The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24 Helped Out a Cat

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Rosalie gasped. She feared the little creature would fall gain, but it darted down the road and vanished before she could step forward. She moved to chase it, but Micah caught her wrist.

“Matriarch,” he said in a soft, warm tone, “the day is ending. We should return now.”

Rosalie had already brushed the anti–inflammatory powder over the wounded cat with steady hands, doing all she could to be done. She hoped the little creature fund enough luck to stay alive.

She stepped out of the alley and joined Elijah and Decl, heading home together.

Far behind her, a figure lingered in the shadows. No one knew when he had appeared. His silver hair caught the last rays of the sun and shimmered like cold metal. is high nose looked sharp enough to cut light along with golden eyes that glowed like warm fire. His tall frame carried a quiet and dangerous grace,

Julien Jesperheight held the same injured cat in his arm. The one that had escaped Rosalie carlier. Amusement flickered in his gaze as he looked in the direction she had walked. He murmured, “Gael, so she is the Matriarch you chose.”

The weak cat in his hold let out a faint meow. It sounded like a gentle reply.

When Rosalie arrived home, she gathered everyone at once. She poured all the copper coins she had earned onto the bed until the blanket vanished under a shining layer of metal.

The heap of coins looked bold and dazzling.

The beastmen counted every single coin as she instructed.

There were four thousand nine hundred sixty copper coins. The weight came out to a little more than four ounces of silver, almost five.

Rosalie split the silver into six equal shares. She handed a share to each person.

Leon understood her intention. He refused with a straight face. “Matriarch, this money is yours. You don’t need to give it to us.”

Rosalie held his gaze. “No. I only made this money because you hunt for me. You guard me when I go to the bazaar. This belongs to all of us.”

Micah tried to object, but Rosalie cut him off with steady force. “If you won’t take it, then I will go hunt on my own next time.”

Micah had to give in. Elijah and Declan accepted their shares and left. Cameron looked drained as he took his portion and turned away without a word.

Rosalie knew her words from the other day had hurt him. She didn’t know why it bothered her, but seeing that fox upset made her chest twisted in a strange way.

After everyone left, Rosalie gathered a few handfuls of the hawthorns she bought earlier and slipped into the kitchen in secret.

Someone rapped on the fox’s door.

The sound hit the wood in a steady rhythm.

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Chapter 24 Helped Out a Cat

“Come in.” Cameron spoke with a thin and tired voice.

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The door opened. Someone stepped inside without a single word. She walked straight to the bed. A bright splash of red moved into Cameron’s sight.

Cameron pushed himself upright. It was Rosalie.

Cameron smiled before he could stop himself. Then he remembered what she said that day. His mouth fell again like the weight of it dragged him down.

Rosalie held out that bright red thing in her hand.

“Candied fruit kebab. This is for you.”

Cameron lowered his head like he wanted to hide inside himself.

“No one else has this. I made it in secret for you.”

Cameron raised his head. His voice turned stiff. “Really?

“Only for me?”

Rosalie brought the candied fruit to Cameron’s lips and smiled. “I told you the truth. It’s only yours.”

Cameron felt his mind warm up. The tips of his ears burned in a bright shade. The soft white fur on top of his head moved with sharp excitement.

His lips opened. He bit into the candied fruit that Rosalie held. The hard sugar shell split apart in a sharp crack as if glass broke.

The sweet shell matched the sour hawthorn.

Cameron narrowed his eyes in pure joy.

Rosalie set the candied fruit in Cameron’s hand and said, “Rest early.”

Cameron had stayed upset for a long time. One candied fruit was enough to sooth him in an instant.

Countless twisted zombies climbed over Rosalie and ripped into her flesh.

This was the final sight Rosalie had before she died.

She shut her eyes. Her lips were bitten until they swelled. Her eyeballs shifted under her lids as if she was trapped in a nightmare she could not escape.

Someone pushed the door open and stepped inside. He sat near the bed. His large hand rested on Rosalie’s shoulder and tapped a slow rhythm. His gentle voice tried to calm her. “It is alright, Matriarch. I’m here. You’re safe.”

Rosalie’s shaking body eased. She opened her eyes halfway in a fog. She saw a handsome man looking at her. Then she slipped back into sleep.

At dawn, while the sky stayed dark, Rosalie woke up.

She had slept the entire night with a sore waist and an ahing back.