Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 107: Longing

Jasper watched Rory quietly, his gaze gentle yet perceptive. He could tell—instinctively—that she hadn’t told him the whole truth just now. There was something she’d kept to herself, something lingering behind her eyes.

But that didn’t matter.

As long as she was unharmed, as long as she stood here breathing steadily before him, nothing else was worth pressing.

After everything that had happened, Rory no longer felt any desire to dance or linger amid the swirling lights and music. The glamour of the ballroom had dulled, leaving only exhaustion in its wake.

"It’s getting late," she said softly, fatigue finally catching up to her. "I think I’ll head back and rest. What about you, Lola?"

"I’m worn out too," Lola replied without hesitation. "Let’s go together."

She slipped her hand easily into Rory’s, warm and familiar, and the two of them left the ballroom side by side. The muffled music faded behind them as they moved down the quieter corridors of the Starrail, the polished floors reflecting soft, dim light.

As they walked, Lola, true to form, circled right back to her favorite topic.

"Rory," she said brightly, leaning in a little, "are you really sure you don’t want to think about my brother again? He’s the strongest male among Aurelia’s younger generation. Truly exceptional."

Rory listened with a faint, amused smile. Yet unbidden, Kather’s presence surfaced in her thoughts—the warmth of his voice, the intensity behind his promise, the way his gaze had lingered. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

She asked casually, as if the question meant nothing at all, "Stronger than Aurelia’s second prince?"

Lola lifted a brow, lips curving into a knowing, secretive smile. "You’ll see when you meet him," she said lightly. "I won’t spoil the surprise."

Maybe then, Lola thought with quiet confidence, you’ll like Vincent even more.

Back in their shared room, the noise and color of the ballroom felt far away. Jasper straightened the small lounge area with practiced efficiency and gently suggested that Rory rest there for the night.

The lounge held only a narrow bed—just wide enough for a single person—but it was clean, quiet, and comfortably tucked away from the rest of the cabin.

Rory was about to step inside when she heard Nix’s voice rising in anxious reprimand.

"Burnt Dumpling, where did you disappear to? I’ve been searching everywhere! You can’t just vanish like that—there were so many people at the ball! You’re small and dark; someone could’ve stepped on you!"

The little bird lay obediently in Nix’s palm, utterly still as he absorbed the scolding.

Jasper chuckled softly and explained, "Burnt Dumpling climbed out of Nix’s pocket earlier. Nearly scared him half to death. Don’t worry—Nix dotes on him now. He’ll only nag, not punish."

Rory smiled and nodded. She trusted Nix completely.

"He treats Burnt Dumpling like his own baby," she said lightly. "I’m not worried."

Then she leaned forward and pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to Jasper’s cheek.

"You should rest too," she added. "There’s a small table in the lounge. I’ll leave Yuel there to keep me company."

Jasper nodded. "Alright."

Yuel, in his current weakened state, wasn’t capable of much movement anyway. Jasper lifted him carefully from where he’d been placed near Matt Slade and passed him to Rory.

She carried Yuel into the lounge and closed the door behind her.

The room was modest—just enough space for the bed and a table—but it had a private bathroom, which Rory appreciated. After placing Yuel gently on the table, she took a quick shower, washed away the fatigue of the day, dried her hair, and changed into comfortable sleepwear.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she picked up a thin needle, ready to prick her finger and offer a single drop of blood.

Yuel had already grown four new leaves. In a few more days, his first flower would bloom.

Just as she brought the needle closer, a hand closed gently around her wrist.

Yuel was kneeling before her, one knee touching the floor. His deep blue eyes held quiet reproach—and concern.

"Rory," he said softly, "you’re being disobedient again. You never listen when it comes to yourself."

Rory met his gaze calmly and pressed the needle into her fingertip without hesitation. A small bead of crimson surfaced.

"Rory, you—"

He stared at her, stunned. Even while he watched, she still went through with it.

She didn’t let him finish. Rory pressed her bleeding fingertip lightly to his lips.

"It’s already done," she said gently. "If you don’t take it, it’ll just go to waste."

Yuel didn’t move.

So she nudged her finger forward, just a little, her tone coaxing rather than forceful.

"I know you’re worried about me," she continued. "But it’s only a few drops. It won’t hurt me. My blood recovers faster than any beast core ever could. So why not use the simplest method?"

Seeing her stubborn resolve, Yuel let out a quiet, helpless sigh and finally closed his lips around her finger.

The instant her blood touched his tongue, warmth flooded through him—vivid, powerful, alive. It flowed through his veins, mending damage, strengthening his core, reinforcing his ability with breathtaking speed.

Her blood truly was miraculous.

He could feel it clearly—after this, a breakthrough was no longer far away.

When he finished, he brushed his tongue gently over her fingertip. The tiny wound vanished as if it had never existed.

Releasing her hand, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her knuckles... then her wrist... slow and reverent.

"Rory..."

He guided her backward onto the bed, his kiss following—gentle, restrained, yet filled with fierce devotion. There was hunger there, but also worship, restraint, and longing held tightly in check.

"Rory," he murmured near her ear, voice low and unsteady, "don’t be so kind to me. When you are... it makes me want to hide you away somewhere no one else could ever reach."

Rory cupped his face, meeting the raw possessiveness in his eyes without fear.

"Would you really lock me away?" she asked quietly.

Yuel shook his head.

"No," he said firmly. "I wouldn’t. And I can’t."

Not when loving her meant letting her choose freely.