My Beastly Fertility System Chapter 131: Uncle Finlay's Obsession

A drake. Whether in Beast World or in the modern world she'd come from, dragons were the stuff of myth and legend.

Remembering that breathtaking glimpse of his transformation, Claire wanted nothing more than to see Davy in drake form again.

If she had a dragon...

Claire didn't finish the thought. She wrapped Davy around her wrist and left it at that.

As for the living space, it was better not to reveal it yet.

Davy seemed harmless. But you never really knew what was going on inside someone's head—or behind a beastfolk's scales.

A draft reminded Claire she was still completely naked.

She scrambled into her fur tunics, one layer at a time, wondering the entire time whether Davy had gotten an eyeful.

His snake face was covered in scales. You couldn't tell if he was blushing. And he hadn't said a word about it—so maybe he'd just... ignored it?

That thought made Claire turn with a huff.

She'd put on some weight since arriving in Beast World, but she was still firmly in the skinny category. Especially up top—two pregnancies later, and the situation was, frankly, pitiful.

Claire wanted to cry.

No wonder Davy had looked right through her. There was nothing to see.

Marcus, ever thoughtful, had left a fresh set of fur tunics folded neatly on the bed, faintly scented with flowers. The moment she put them on, she was enveloped in fragrance.

Claire hummed a tune and walked out of the room.

"Wait—this is Marcus's room."

She distinctly remembered walking into her own room last night. She'd even been confused about why Marcus was in her bed.

But the aphrodisiac had hijacked her attention before she could investigate.

Now, it clicked. She must have stumbled into the wrong room in her haze and assumed Marcus had come to her. In reality, she'd gone to him. She had eaten him alive.

The guilt toward Marcus deepened.

What she didn't know was that Pome was equally baffled.

Pome knew for a fact that his Master had entered her own room last night. Even if she was delirious, Pome had watched her step through her own door with perfect clarity.

It had to be Marcus. The sneaky little panda had moved her to his room in the middle of the night so she'd think she'd been the one who wandered in.

What a sneaky little brat.

Pome shed a silent tear. But he kept his mouth shut. As far as he could tell, Marcus meant no harm.

In the kitchen, Marcus had sneezed. He grinned to himself.

"Claire must be thinking about me."

He was humming happily, sprinkling salt over a sizzling piece of meat. He tore off a small strip, tasted it, confirmed it was cooked, and immediately rushed out to find Claire.

Claire had just stepped out of Marcus's room. They collided in the courtyard. Marcus reacted instantly, catching her before she could hit the ground.

He couldn't see, but he'd already picked up Claire's scent from across the yard.

"Claire! I made breakfast! Come try it!"

He was practically bouncing, dragging her toward the kitchen like a puppy presenting a prize.

Claire was skeptical. Marcus's cooking skills were... well. His first time in the kitchen, he'd nearly burned the house down. The only reason the building survived was that it was made of stone. The firewood hadn't been so lucky.

After that, Marcus refused to set foot in the kitchen. He'd rather starve.

And now he was cooking for her?

Before she even walked through the door, Claire had already decided: no matter how bad it was, she was eating every bite.

She should have known better.

The slab of meat—roughly the size of a head—was still on the rack over the fire, charred black, giving off an acrid burnt smell, dripping grease with a steady sizzle.

Marcus's nose scrunched. His brow furrowed. Even he could tell something was wrong.

He'd been so excited to show Claire that he'd forgotten to put out the fire.

"This was supposed to be my first meal for you as your mate. And I burned it. I'm so stupid."

Claire rushed to console him.

"It's fine! I like my meat extra crispy. Look—scrape off the char and the inside is golden. See? Not bad at all."

She used a stick to scrape away the blackened crust and tore off a small piece. Honestly, it wasn't great—but it wasn't terrible either.

Encouragement was all she could offer.

This was his first meal for her, after all.

Marcus's face lit back up. He crouched beside her, hands cupping his chin, listening to the sound of her chewing, heart full.

When Claire had finally eaten her fill, he couldn't help but praise her.

"You're the best, Claire."

Claire stifled a burp. Someone else should probably handle the cooking from now on.

At that very moment, in the tallest stone building in Grimstone, Finlay—the city lord—was pacing furiously.

"Damn it. Why hasn't there been any word? Did something go wrong? There's no way. She's just one female. How could Maxim possibly fail?"