The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Healing Up

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Pulling out something like that was risky. Anyone would start asking questions. But if she’d waited a second longer, the man wouldn’t have survived.

Leon’s eyes locked onto her. They were dark, cold, and filled with suspicion.

When Rosalie looked up, their gazes clashed. Her heart lenched. It had been so long since Leon had looked at her like that–like he didn’t know her at all.

She steadied her breath. “You two carry him back. I’ll take Christopher.”

Leon said nothing. His form shimmered, muscles shifting beneath his skin until his body turned into his beast form. He hoisted the wounded man onto his back and disappeared into the shadows, swift and silent.

On the way home, Cameron reached to take Christopher, but the boy’s arms locked around Rosalie’s neck. He refused to let go.

“I’ve got him,” she said softly. “I’m not tired.”

Cameron hesitated, then nodded and backed off.

As they neared the door, a tall silhouette waited at the entrance.

Rosalie slowed, her eyes narrowing. The figure stepped into the candlelight. It was Micah.

He came closer, his gaze sliding over her like a silent scan. When he saw she was unharmed, his shoulders relaxed.

Rosalie’s tone turned sharp. “You shouldn’t be standing outside at this hour. The air’s freezing.”

“Cameron was with me,” she added quickly. “I wasn’t alone.”

Micah’s eyes flicked toward Cameron. His voice was calm but edged with frost. “Your medicine has been working great for me. I’m fine now. The cold won’t kill me.”

Rosalie didn’t respond. She carried the sleeping Christopher inside and set him down carefully on her bed. Then she hurried to the other room where the injured beastman lay. Candlelight burned weakly in the corner. Their pale light flickered against the walls, stretching long shadows across the floor.

Three figures stood inside.

Leon was near the bed. Elijah leaned by the window, arms folded, watching. Declan stood in the far corner, silent and unreadable.

It was a rare sight. All her beastmen were together.

Rosalie stepped to the bedside. Leon moved just enough to give her space, but stayed close to watch her.

Her back stiffened. The air felt heavy, She could feel every pair of eyes locked on her, sharp and cold. The gaze beside her was the most unbearable of all. It presse against her skin, hot and intense, making her pulse race.

“Cameron, get me a bucket of hot water. And bring a clean hide while you’re at it.”

Cameron moved without a word. He returned quickly,acing everything beside her.

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Chapter 17 Healing Up

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Rosalie wiped the dried blood from the beastman’s che. She bought some anti–inflammatory powder from the system. The gash was deep. If it got infected, he wouldn’t survive the night.

She clenched the powder in her fist. She couldn’t just pull it out of thin air in front of them. So she walked into the kitchen, pretended to grind herbs, and came back holding it like she’d made it herself.

But her husbands didn’t leave. Not one of them. They stood there, quiet and watchful, their eyes following her every move.

Her heart started racing. She knew she hadn’t slipped up. Not until today, maybe.

But if they found out she wasn’t the real Rosalie, what would they do? They already hated her enough.

She didn’t even want to think about it.

Her hand stayed steady as she sprinkled the powder, but her heartbeat was all over the place.

When she finished, she forced a calm smile. “It’s late. I’m going to bed.”

She turned to leave. A strong hand gripped her wrist, hard enough to crush bone. Pain tore through her arm. Rosalie cried out, her breath catching.

Leon’s eyes were like black ice. “You’re not our Matriarch. Who are you?”

The words hit her like a slap. Her knees went weak. Where had she slipped? She asked herself.

Elijah stepped closer. His expression was just like that night he nearly strangled her.

The cold edge of a knife pressed against her throat. The blade caught the candlelight, sharp and silver.

Rosalie’s breath hitched. Sweat slid down her temple. “What are you doing?” she shouted. “Let me go!”

Cameron’s voice broke in panic. He had no idea why things were taking a turn for the worse all of a sudden. “Are you out of your minds? You can’t threaten her like that! Let her go!”

Declan grabbed him before he could reach her, holding him still.

Rosalie felt her stomach twist. Her body trembled. She shut her eyes, took a long breath, then opened them again. Tears blurred her vision.

Her voice cracked. Her body shivered. “I know I made mistakes before. I was kicked out of the tribe. I lost everyone.”

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