Beastworld Bride: My Seven SSS-Rank Alpha Mates Chapter 68 Breathtaking Moments

Elara’s POV

"It’s fine, Your Highness. I understand," I said gently.

I knew exactly how awful it had been—I’d witnessed that fizzing blue concoction myself.

I slipped Dorian a container of freeze-dried strawberries discreetly and pressed a finger to my lips.

Dorian examined the elegant container, then looked at my face, understanding he was receiving preferential treatnt once more.

"Is this exclusively for ? Doesn’t General Barrett receive any?" he inquired.

I laughed, "Just for you, Your Highness. I prepared these specifically for you."

Dorian cocked his head and gently licked my hand. I nearly withdrew, but remained motionless. After licking , he pressed his head into my palm, seeking my touch. Finally, he sniffled softly. "Elara, does it still ache?"

I smiled and pushed a flower arrangent through the opening. "Not any longer, because of you."

What malicious intent could a small leopard possess? He was simply concerned about .

I ruffled his head once more and began to rise—but Dorian shyly caught my sleeve between his teeth. "Tonight..."

"You may," I said imdiately.

His entire universe brightened.

Dorian leaped with excitent, then marched back to his sleeping area like a triumphant warrior—al tray and flowers in his grasp. The instant he turned around, he was already devouring his food.

I could tell he was thinking, "Everything tastes wonderful now that Elara has returned. And there’s cake! I adore it."

Barrett remained silent today. He simply observed as I approached him and released a relieved sigh when he confird I was uninjured.

He wanted to question why I hadn’t inford him, but couldn’t manage to voice anything.

I could sense he already understood. These beastn all possessed keen senses of sll.

"Your lightsaber was magnificent," I told him.

"Did it assist in protecting you?" he questioned.

"It did."

I placed his al down and suddenly smirked. This broad-shouldered specin was far too appealing. I couldn’t resist provoking him.

As Barrett reached for his tray, I seized his hand and laughed, "Lost for words?"

"I’m so sor..."

"Stop." I pressed my hand over his mouth. "That’s the last phrase I want to hear right now. If you’re truly sorry, remove your shirt and show your abs."

His reflexes were incredible. I quickly shielded my face. My joke had just encountered a guy who took action first.

"May I be your man?" Barrett asked.

Yes, yes, yes!

I didn’t voice it—I nodded vigorously, swallowing the flirtatious comnt I’d prepared.

Damn it. They’re all experts.

The rabbit kissed imdiately; Barrett just undressed. Dorian is too young, and Kaelen is too clueless.

Since kissing Silas, I had beco more daring. Perhaps I’d inquire with both of them about female-dominated relationships soti.

I never failed at teasing.

Barrett gazed at , affection flowing from his eyes. He took a bite of cake and gave a thumbs-up. "Delicious."

He consud the cake, but his attention was focused on the flowers.

I could see the question in his eyes: "Is there one for today?"

I was barely containing my amusent. I attempted to flick his forehead, but couldn’t reach even on my toes. Barrett smiled and leaned down.

I finally managed it.

"Stop looking so dejected. You receive flowers today," I said, presenting him with a large bouquet and a vine crown.

Beverages, desserts—everything was ideal again now that I had returned.

"Thank you, Elara." Barrett bead and pressed a gentle kiss to the flowers.

I released a low whistle.

That’s a wolf beastman for —pleasing to the eye.

Chamber Five remained dark. But recalling what Alistair had ntioned earlier, I paused anyway. I arranged his al, and the delivery robot elevated it to his hatch—the highest of all the n’s.

After everything was prepared, Alistair still hadn’t erged. Just as I was about to depart, the lights activated.

I froze montarily, staring at the man before . Then I smiled.

Alistair spoke first, "Did I let you down?"

I shook my head. "You’re breathtaking."

Truly breathtaking.

He possessed a tall, slender fra. A deep red velvet shirt embraced his broad shoulders and narrow waist flawlessly. His silver-gray hair cascaded over his shoulders, secured with a coordinating ribbon. His eyebrows were defined, his eyes luminous like stars—cold and aloof, yet captivating. Most striking was the beauty mark beneath his eye, lending a subtle, perilous allure to his features.