Interstellar Beast World: Winning the Villain's Heart with Cubs Chapter 149: Before the Wedding, She Disappeared

Inside the grand temple, the atmosphere was heavy and suffocating.

What was supposed to be the most sacred and joyful day had turned into a nightmare.

Today was the high priest’s wedding day.

The ritual that would bind him and his female forever was only monts away. Everything had been prepared. The altar was ready. The offerings were placed. The priests were waiting.

But the bride was missing.

Feng Yanshen stood in the bridal chamber, staring at the empty room.

There was no sign of her.

Only the faint echo of a young voice that had once cried out for help.

That voice belonged to her son...the tiny winged serpent snake.

The cub had been calling for a long ti, but he was still too young and small. His voice had not traveled far enough for anyone to notice.

If not for Han Soi suddenly sensing his son’s distress through their blood bond, he would never have rushed here in ti.

But even though he ca imdiately, it was already too late.

The female was gone.

Han Soi held his trembling cub in his arms, gently stroking his back.

"It’s alright," he whispered softly. "Your mother is fine. Nothing has happened to her. Don’t be afraid."

But even as he said those words, his own heart felt uneasy.

She had disappeared. That thought alone made his chest tighten.

Across the room, Feng Yanshen stood perfectly still. He looked at the empty space as if he could force it to reveal the truth.

He was too calm.

So calm that it made Han Soi’s backturn cold. It felt as if the man would explode at any second. And that was exactly what happened.

Suddenly, Feng Yanshen roared, "Wei Han!"

The shout shook the entire chamber.

Wei Han rushed in imdiately, his face pale. "Yes, High Priest!"

Feng Yanshen’s eyes were dark and terrifying. "Where is Lady Yue?"

Wei Han froze. "L–Lady Yue was just here. She was preparing for the ceremony."

Before he could react, Feng Yanshen grabbed his collar and lifted him off the ground with one hand.

"Then where the hell is she?" Feng Yanshen growled. "Why can’t I see her here?"

Wei Han’s mind went blank. "I... I don’t know. She must still be inside the temple. None of us saw her leave. The gates of the inner sanctum were closed. There’s no way she could have gone outside."

His voice trembled. "She must be sowhere inside."

Feng Yanshen’s eyes grew colder. He threw Wei Han to the ground.

"Then go find her."

His voice was quiet, but it carried a terrifying weight.

"Now."

Wei Han scrambled to his feet and rushed out of the chamber.

Within monts, the entire temple was alerted.

Servants, guards, and priests began searching every corridor, every room, every hidden corner.

The sacred temple, which had been filled with wedding preparations, turned into a place of panic.

anwhile, Feng Yanshen returned to the main shrine.

He sat on his high throne, his back straight, his fingers slowly tapping on the armrest.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

He looked calm on the surface. But his eyes were dark, like a storm waiting to explode.

Everything was ready.

Everything was prepared.

Except for the bride.

His face grew colder with every passing mont.

Ti ticked by slowly. Each second felt heavier than the last.

On the other side of the temple, Han Soi was also searching.

He moved through the corridors quickly, his senses spread out, trying to catch even the faintest trace of her scent.

But there was nothing. A terrible dread began to grow inside his chest.

Sothing had happened.

He was sure of it.

But how?

Why hadn’t he sensed his mate’s distress?

How could she disappear like this? It was impossible.

He was one of the most powerful males in the four empires. This territory was tightly controlled. Not even a small insect could fly in or out without him noticing.

Yet his female was gone.

Taken right under his nose.

His hands trembled slightly.

If even Feng Yanshen could not find her inside his own temple... a place where his authority was absolute... Then what hope did they have?

Minutes passed. Then more minutes. Still no news.

Han Soi’s expression grew darker and darker.

Back in the main hall, Feng Yanshen still sat on his throne.

His tapping had stopped.

The silence around him was heavy and suffocating.

His expression was thinning, his eyes hollow and cold, as if he was already on the verge of collapse.

But he said nothing. He just waited.

Waiting for soone to co in and tell him that his female had been found.

Or that she was truly gone.

The heavy doors of the main hall opened with a loud creak.

Wei Han stumbled inside, his face pale and covered in sweat. Several servants followed behind him, their heads lowered in fear.

He dropped to his knees the mont he reached the center of the hall.

"High Priest..." his voice trembled. "There is... no news of Lady Yue."

The words echoed in the main shrine.

"She... she cannot be found anywhere inside the temple."

At the sa mont, Han Soi walked in from the side corridor, still holding his small son in his arms. He had just returned from searching the outer sections of the temple.

The mont he heard those words, his steps stopped.

His expression darkened. But he was not surprised.

He had already checked every corner himself. Every corridor, every hidden room, every quiet courtyard.

Yet he could not sense her at all. Not even the faintest trace.

Feng Yanshen had done the sa.

His senses had spread across the entire temple grounds. He had even extended them beyond the temple borders, searching the nearby forests and paths.

Still, there was nothing.

Not even a single breath of her scent.

But he had remained seated on his throne, waiting. He was waiting for soone to co and tell him that she had been found.

That she was safe. That this was just so stupid misunderstanding.

But Wei Han’s words shattered that last fragile hope. Silence filled the hall.

For one heartbeat. Then...

Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed through the shrine.

One of the massive support beams cracked and burst apart, shards flying through the air like deadly arrows.

Wei Han cried out as several pieces struck his arms and legs, slicing through his clothes and drawing blood instantly.

The servants behind him scread in terror. They dropped to their knees, trembling and begging for forgiveness.

"High Priest, please calm down!"

"We beg for rcy!"

But Feng Yanshen did not hear them.

The calmness in his eyes had completely vanished.

In its place, a deep, terrifying red slowly spread through his pupils, like blood seeping into clear water.

Han Soi watched in silence.

He could clearly see it.

Feng Yanshen’s breathing had beco heavy. His aura was swelling uncontrollably, like a storm about to tear the world apart.

The air in the hall grew heavy, almost suffocating.

Then Feng Yanshen growled, his voice low and hoarse.

"Who..."

The temperature in the room seed to drop.

"...has taken my female?"

His aura exploded. A terrifying pressure filled the hall, pressing down on everyone like a mountain. The servants could barely breathe.

Even the walls trembled slightly under the force of his anger.