Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands Chapter 427 --427

Veer’s confusion flickered into sothing harder. "Questions? What are you talking about?"

Veer’s father finally looked at his son, and for a mont, sothing almost resembling regret passed over his face. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by cold resolve.

"Son," he said quietly, "how long has this woman been with you?"

Veer hesitated. "Months. Why does that—"

"And in all that ti," his father interrupted, voice rising now, "has she borne you a child?"

The room went silent.

Kaya’s expression didn’t change, but sothing cold settled in her chest.

Veer blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

"Answer the question," one of the elders demanded. "Has she conceived?"

Veer’s hands clenched into fists. "That’s none of your—"

"It is our business," his father cut in sharply. "If this woman cannot give you an heir, then this marriage is void. Our laws are clear."

Kaya’s eyes stayed on Veer’s father, reading him now. This wasn’t curiosity. This was a trap.

Veer turned to face the elders fully, voice hard. "You have no right to co into my ho and—"

"We have every right," another elder said firmly. "The future of this tribe depends on strong bloodlines. If your mate is infertile, we must know."

Kaya finally spoke, voice calm but sharp. "And what if I’m not?"

All eyes turned to her.

Veer’s father smiled coldly. "Then prove it."

Kaya looked at him with crossed arms, then turned to look at Veer. A sly smile flashed across her face—small, sharp, dangerous.

Veer felt a chill run down his spine, though he didn’t know why.

Kaya turned back to Veer’s father, that smile still sitting on her mouth like a blade. "First," she said calmly, "you prove to that your son isn’t infertile."

Veer’s father stared at her like she’d just spoken in tongues. "What? Are you crazy or what? My son is definitely fine!"

Kaya tilted her head. "Oh? And how do you know?"

"Because I—" He stopped, then pointed at himself firmly. "Because ’I’ am fertile."

Kaya’s eyes didn’t blink. Her expression said everything without a single word: ’Prove it.’

Veer’s father stood there in disbelief, then pointed sharply at Veer. "That’s my son! My biological son!"

Kaya paused, then asked innocently, "Did you give birth to him?"

"Of course I gave birth to him!" he snapped without thinking.

Kaya’s gaze dropped slowly to his stomach, and her tone shifted—admiring, almost impressed. "Wow. I didn’t know that."

Several vultures in the background snorted, hands flying to their mouths to stifle laughter. One elder coughed loudly to cover his grin.

Veer’s father’s face turned red. "I an I am his ’father!’" he shouted. "My ’wife’ gave birth to him!"

Kaya paused, looking thoughtful. "Oh. So what’s the proof that he’s your son?"

The entire room went silent.

Veer’s father stared at her, and every second he spent near this woman made his blood boil hotter. He pointed at Veer, then at himself. "See? My nose matches his. Even my eyes!" He gestured wildly. "And not only that—everyone ’knows’ he’s my blood child. Do you want more?"

Kaya nodded slowly. "Oh. So that’s it."

Veer’s father pointed a finger directly at her, voice rising in triumph. "So now it’s your turn. Prove that ’you’ are fertile."

Kaya just shrugged, touching her shoulder casually. "My mother was fertile. I ca from her womb. And I’m 100% sure my mother gave birth to ."

This ti, instead of Veer’s father, Robert shot forward. "And what’s the proof that your mother gave birth to you?"

Kaya looked at him, then smiled—both disbelief and amusent mixed together. "Well, I can’t just drop dead from the sky now, can I? Even if I were an angel." She spread her hands. "So definitely soone gave birth to . Which ans I’m fertile. Just like you said."

Veer’s father stood frozen. The elders stared at her, mouths slightly open. Robert looked like he’d swallowed sothing sharp.

This damn woman.

Whose bastard idea was it to even co here and confront her?

Veer’s brother stepped forward, hands raised like he was trying to calm wild animals. "Enough, Dad," he said firmly. "It’s her and Veer’s matter. And she hasn’t even been here that long anyway." He gestured toward the elders. "The marriage proposal is already moving forward, so why are you making everything so complicated?"

Then he turned to Kaya, voice dropping into sothing ant to sound reasonable. "And Kaya, you should apologize to father too. Do you know what kind of way that is to speak to your elder? He’s going to be your father soon, so be mindful."

Kaya looked at him. Then she sneered—cold, sharp, and completely unimpressed.

"Well," she said slowly, "the last person I called my father, I broke his leg and made him cripple. Not only that, I buried him in so much debt that he’s still working it off to pay." She paused, letting that sink in. "You want to call him father?"

The room went dead silent.

Everyone stared at her like she’d just confessed to murder. Which, in a way, she kind of had.

Then, instead of Veer’s father, one of the elders beside him spoke up, voice shaking with outrage. "This woman—how insolent! Is this how you talk to your elders?"

Kaya crossed her arms and turned her cold gaze on the man. "First," she said, voice cutting through the room like a blade, "you guys entered here—oh sorry, ’barged in’. You didn’t even knock. The door just flew open and you jumped inside." She tilted her head. "And now you’re talking about proper manners?"

The elder’s face went red, but Kaya wasn’t done.

"Second," she continued, voice rising slightly, "you’re asking a woman why she hasn’t had a child until now. Is that even a question you should be asking? And how is it related to you?" She gestured around the room. "It’s not like if Veer doesn’t have a child, the whole vulture tribe will die out."