Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 79: The prince found his match

Jasper stood firm in his resolve, his posture straight and unyielding as a single thought echoed in his mind—he would not allow Rory to shoulder the weight of their circumstances alone. The idea of her quietly enduring danger while he remained unable to act was intolerable. No matter the cost, he refused to be a bystander.

Once he had finished handling the necessary arrangements, Jasper made his way toward the living room.

There, he found Rory reclining comfortably on the sofa, her attention fully absorbed by the soft projection hovering above her palm. Her light-brain glowed faintly, casting gentle illumination across her features and bathing the room in a calm, bluish hue.

The light softened her expression, lending her an almost fragile serenity that tugged at something deep within his chest.

Notably absent were Nix and Burnt Dumpling. Jasper’s gaze flicked briefly around the room, curiosity stirring as he wondered where the two had disappeared to—but he quickly pushed the thought aside. There were more pressing matters at hand.

After a brief pause to steady himself, Jasper approached and lowered himself beside Rory, one knee touching the floor. With care, he reached out and took her hand, warmth blooming against his palm. The contact grounded him.

"Rory," he said quietly, his voice steady yet filled with unmistakable sincerity, "can you tell me the names of your remaining four matches? I want to contact them personally."

He met her eyes as he continued, his tone solemn. "I swear upon the Beast God—I will not harm them in any way."

In their world, such a request was not made lightly. Protocol dictated that if a potential mate wished to interact with others bound to the same female, her explicit consent was required. Jasper understood the gravity of what he was asking. These were not ordinary Etherians.

He already knew this much.

Paros. Dax. Sylas Ruan. Nix.

Each name carried weight. Each represented a formidable existence. And Jasper was certain—absolutely certain—that the four he had yet to meet would be no different.

Rory was human. That alone made her existence perilous within the Interstellar Empire. For her sake, Jasper could only hope that her remaining matches possessed strength surpassing even his own. Power, in this cruel universe, equated to safety.

With a small nod, Rory shifted closer to him. Her fingers danced across her light-brain, and moments later, a series of translucent files materialized in the air between them. The information was sparse—names, ages, contact codes. Nothing more.

Jasper scanned the list, his heartbeat quickening.

"Vincent... Yuel... Wayne..." he murmured under his breath.

The realization struck him like a physical blow.

Two of them—Vincent and Yuel—had vanished without a trace. The third, Wayne, was currently scavenging along the outer fringes of an active battlefield. Jasper let out a silent breath through his nose.

Reaching any of them won’t be easy, he thought grimly.

Then his gaze fell upon the final name.

Xarion Tilian.

A deep frown etched itself across Jasper’s brow.

Xarion Tilian—the elusive heir of the Frostveil Wolf Clan.

Information about him was notoriously scarce. The Frostveil Wolves were isolationists by nature, rarely engaging with the broader Empire. Xarion himself was even more difficult to pin down, a ghost among powerhouses. Jasper felt a familiar frustration coil in his chest. Just as he had expected—Rory’s matches were anything but ordinary.

"Rory," he said carefully, choosing his words with precision, "it’s going to be difficult to reach Vincent and Yuel right now."

She stiffened slightly, and he continued, "Vincent is from the Empire—the Second Prince of the Empire. Yuel is the Empire’s most decorated commander. Both are currently listed as missing. There’s been no reliable news about either of them."

Rory’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face. "Those two...? That Vincent and that Yuel?" she exclaimed.

Stories of the imperial prince and the legendary commander were known even to civilians. Their feats were the stuff of myth.

"Yes," Jasper confirmed quietly. "Those very same."

A whirlwind of emotions crossed Rory’s expression—shock, awe, confusion. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Blessed or cursed? She couldn’t tell. Still, understanding the reason behind their silence lifted a small weight from her chest.

"What about the other two?" she asked after a moment. "Do you know them as well?"

Jasper nodded. "Wayne Creed belongs to the Enchanter Clan. He’s currently operating near the outer battlefield. Reaching him shouldn’t be too difficult."

He hesitated, then added, "As for Xarion... he’s the heir of the Frostveil Wolf Clan. A Rank 11 powerhouse—on par with Paros."

Very few could stand at that level.

"There’s limited information about him," Jasper continued. "But I’ll send word directly to his clan and inquire why he hasn’t contacted you."

Rory’s chest warmed at his words. Gratitude bloomed openly across her face, and she smiled before wrapping her arms around him and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"Then I’ll leave it to you, Jasper," she said softly, her trust absolute.

Rory had always known her own limits. Delegating matters beyond her reach wasn’t weakness—it was survival.

***

Five days later, the Frostveil Wolf Clan received an unexpected message from the Interstellar Hunter Alliance.

The moment the Grand Elder finished reading its contents, his hands trembled. Gripping his cane, he hurried toward the royal palace, barely able to contain his excitement.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" he cried as he burst into the grand hall. "Prince Xarion has finally been matched!"

The middle-aged Wolf King on the throne nearly sprang to his feet. "What did you say?" he demanded, eyes wide. "Xarion... has found a female?"

"Yes!" The Grand Elder presented the message reverently. "This communiqué comes from Jasper Mandian, head of the Interstellar Hunter Alliance—and one of the female’s matches. He sent it on her behalf, as she was unable to contact Prince Xarion directly."

The elder read aloud, then hesitated at the final line. "The Beast God has matched Prince Xarion with a very beautiful and kind-hearted Rank 4 female..."

His brow furrowed. "Your Majesty... Prince Xarion is Rank 11. How could—"

"Irrelevant," King Ray Tilian interrupted sharply, waving away the concern. "None of that matters."

He leaned forward, voice firm yet unmistakably relieved. "What matters is that my son has finally found someone."

Rising to his feet, the Wolf King raised his voice, authority resonating through the hall.

"Prepare the finest treasures we possess! Spare no expense! I want Xarion and his dowry ready to depart Frostveil before sundown!"

For the first time in years, hope echoed through the Frostveil Wolf Clan.