The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27 Not Doing It

Leon fought back hard, but she refused to let him go.

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The knife slipped and sliced the tip of his finger. Blood welled up in tiny drops, red against his pale skin.

Rosalie froze. She hadn’t meant to hurt him. She just wanted him to finish signing.

But Leon’s body stiffened, then crumpled straight to the ground.

Cameron appeared out of nowhere and caught him in his arms.

Rosalie gasped, her pulse racing. “What’s wrong with him?”

Cameron cleared his throat awkwardly. “Matriarch, he might have passed out from the blood.”

Rosalie stared at him, speechless. Passed out from blood?

Her panic melted into disbelief as she looked at Leon limp in Cameron’s hold.

A grown black panther fainting over a drop of blood.

He was the one who took down the most prey every hunt. Now, a small cut and he’s out cold? No way that’s true.

If she waited another minute, the cut would probably close on its own.

Leon’s face, usually sharp and stoic, had gone pale. It gave him a strangely fragile look. The corners of his eyes still carried a trace of red that hadn’t faded.

The clerk saw it was hopeless and gave them a teasing smile. “Come back next time and talk to me. I’ll take care of it for you again.”

Rosalie gave a light smile. “Alright.”

Next time?

Cameron’s fur stood on end.

“They’re gone. Stop acting.”

Leon’s eyes opened instantly. His dark gaze was sharp and steady, not the slightest bit faint.

He didn’t even look embarrassed. His tone was calm. “Matriarch, it’s late. We should head home.”

Rosalie couldn’t figure him out. He had hated her not long ago. Now he didn’t even want to leave.

Cameron and Leon walked behind her. Cameron smirked. “If I didn’t save your hide, you’d be packing up and leaving tonight.”

Leon shot him a cold look. “So you planned to tell her aint at the sight of blood?”

Cameron rubbed his neck awkwardly. “It was the first exuse I could come up with.”

Ahead of them, Rosalie suddenly staggered. Her body swayed before she dropped hard to the ground.

“Matriarch!” Two voices shouted at once, full of panic, as they rushed toward her.

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Chapter 27 Not Doing It

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When Rosalie opened her eyes, her head pounded. Her vision blurred and brightened again. Micah’s worried face filled her sight.

He leaned closer, voice shaking with relief. “Matriarch, thank God. You’re awake!”

Rosalie blinked, still dazed. She remembered the marke. Then the road.

Home.

It came back to her. She had fainted on the way back. Her head had been dizzy for days in the mornings, but she had ignored it. She hadn’t expected it to hit her his hard..

No wonder they had panicked.

Cameron stood a few steps away, eyes wide, watching her every move. Micah sat beside her, close enough to block him out completely.

Micah took her hand carefully. His voice was soft but firm. “Matriarch, please stay home tomorrow and rest.

“I already know every step and ingredient for the pig stew.

“From now on, let us take care of it.”

Rosalie frowned slightly, but Micah’s hand tightened around hers. “Matriarch, my body’s getting stronger. You don’t have to worry anymore.

“And after everything you’ve done for me, this is what I want to do in return.”

Rosalie sighed in defeat and gave a faint smile. “Alright. I’ll leave it to you.”

After Micah left, Cameron hurried over. He leaned in and pressed his face against her palm like a clingy child looking for comfort.

Rosalie spoke softly. “You must’ve been terrified today.”

Cameron’s eyes glistened. His voice turned fragile and stretched at the end. “Matriarch, I nearly had a heart

attack.”

His foxlike eyes tilted slightly, shining with a gentle light as he gazed at her.

Rosalie’s ears turned red. She comforted the shaken fox with a few soft words before sending him away.

Once everyone left, Rosalie sank into the bed and closed her eyes. Her whole body felt heavy and weak, as if every ounce of strength had drained out of her.

In her dream, she slipped into darkness. Her body sank to thick, cold mud, unable to move.

A familiar shadow appeared beside her. A hand brushed across her brow, smoothing the frown between her eyes. A slow, steady rhythm followed, a gentle pat on he back, paired with a calm voice whispering to her.