Mommy Wolf: Raise A Cub, Claimed By His Beast Daddy-Chapter 55: Envoys Murder

"Kael, the Beast King of Roc Forest."

Marik’s eyes widened as his heart skipped a beat. That name alone was enough to strike terror into his heart, because he never expected to hear it again.

He truly believed he had killed the wretched Dusk Star during their unfair ten-versus-one battle nearly a year ago. He had personally delivered the killing blow.

Marik remembered striking straight through Kael’s chest, ensuring he would bleed out within an hour at most. Confident that his archnemesis’s fate was sealed, Marik had left to recover without checking Kael’s last breath.

But Kael was still alive.

And now, he had crowned himself the Beast King?

Marik’s ears rang as his vision tinted red. Just when he thought he could finally let go of his past, it came roaring back—stronger and more dangerous than ever.

"Brother Tiger? Brother, are you listening?" one of the eagle beastmen asked. He sighed lightly. "It’s all right, brother. I understand. His name alone is enough to strike fear into anyone’s heart. Our leader is now his right-hand man. He is the strongest eagle beastman we’ve ever had and he’s a mere subordinate now. The difference in strength between us and the Beast King is simply too great."

Too great?

Of course it was too great.

They were talking about a cursed being whose very existence revolved around conquest and destruction. According to the curse, the Dusk Star was the embodiment of bloodlust, one who would never stop killing until his final breath.

At that moment, Marik no longer saw these eagle envoys as fellow beastmen.

He saw them as liabilities—goons that needed to be eliminated before that bastard Kael learned his exact location.

Unaware of the killing intent radiating from Marik, one of the eagle beastmen continued, "We are also searching for our King’s son. He’s said to resemble your own child, Brother Tiger. The boy should be around four or five years old, with white hair and dark blue eyes in his beastman form, and a white wolf in his beast form. Our King also specified that both his hair and fur carry a silvery sheen, quite distinctive and hard to miss."

"Yeah," another added casually, "We heard he’s been separated from our King for nearly a year. Your son matches the description almost perfectly, but he doesn’t seem stressed around you or that human woman. So I suppose he isn’t our little prince, huh? Have you raised him since birth?"

Their probing questions only stoked the fire in Marik’s chest.

If he didn’t silence them now, the truth would spill soon.

One of the eagle beastmen finally noticed the change in Marik. His eyes narrowed as he spotted Marik’s unsheathed claws glinting faintly in the moonlight.

He stepped back sharply, shifting into a defensive stance. "Something’s wrong," he warned. "This tiger beastman wants to kill us!"

His companions stared at him in disbelief.

"What are you talking about?" One eagle beastman tried to smoothen the situation again. "Ah, this brother of mine likes to joke," he laughed nervously. "Brother Tiger, please don’t mind—urk!"

His words were cut off abruptly.

A sharp pain exploded in his chest.

He looked down just in time to see Marik’s arm buried through his torso, his heart crushed in the tiger’s grasp. Within seconds, his body collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

"W-what are you doing?! We meant no harm!" another eagle cried out, wings flaring as he attempted to flee.

The eagle beastman was fast, but Marik moved like a shadow.

Before the eagle could take off, Marik reached him and snapped his neck effortlessly, like breaking a twig.

The third eagle, who had sounded the warning, was already airborne. Panic seized him as he fled, not daring to look back for fear of meeting the tiger’s murderous gaze.

He was a soldier in the eagle beastman tribe, the most talented one at that, but he had never encountered a beastman this powerful, save for the Beast King himself.

Since he had no way to fight back, he had to escape and report this to the Beast King, alas the Beast King should be alarmed of the potential danger.

Marik snarled as he watched the last envoy vanish into the storm. "Damn it."

He stared down at the two corpses at his feet, irritation gnawing at him.

Killing them had been effortless, but doing so so close to the cave, where Sisi and Jojo slept peacefully, left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Still, he had no choice. If he hesitated, Kael would know everything and Marik’s dream of starting a new family would be ruined.

Unfortunately, the wind intensified into a full snowstorm. Branches grew slick with ice, and Marik’s footing faltered just enough to let the last eagle escape.

Thus, he assumed the worst.

Kael would soon be alerted to the presence of a murderous tiger beastman who wants to protect his ’son’.

Son.

"I can’t let them see this in the morning," Marik muttered. "Sisi would think I’m a monster... and Jojo might learn the wrong lesson."

Dragging the bodies away, Marik disposed of them in the river, letting them become fodder for crocodiles. He watched the current carry them off before turning away.

His fists clenched.

"We have to leave immediately before that cursed bastard catches on."

He washed his hands thoroughly, scrubbing away every trace of blood to make sure that Sisi had no idea what he had done, then returned to the cave.

As expected, Sisi and Jojo were still fast asleep. The snowstorm had worsened, and the temperature had dropped sharply within just a few hours. It was the perfect time for a good rest.

Marik stood there, watching them, and his chest ached.

They had no idea what was coming.

The journey to Jing Forest would be harsh, especially in the middle of the winter snowstorm, but there was no other choice.

He couldn’t wait anymore, not when Kael could come anytime.

Thus, steeling himself, Marik stepped forward and gently shook Sisi awake.