Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 212 --

He’d noticed her struggle from the start, and

Kaya’s face grew hot, crimson spreading deeper the longer she tried to hold her composure. Her lips parted, tongue darting out to wet them in a quick, nervous flick. Her chest rose and fell too fast, betraying her. She tried to look away, tried to collect herself—but her eyes found him again, lingering.

Finally, her voice slipped out, soft and husky, surprising even her.

"Hey, handsome..." she whispered, biting her lip before smirking faintly. "Want to hear a secret?"

Veer stilled, his back straightening before he let out a low chuckle. Slowly, he lifted his eyes from the dishes, meeting her gaze head-on. And though he tried to maintain that teasing composure, he wasn’t fooling anyone—his calm was crumbling, and the fire in his eyes gave him away.

Kaya sat back on the bed, the loose shirt slipping over her thighs, leaving just enough bare to make Veer swallow hard. She crooked a finger at him, eyes misty yet sharp.

Veer tried to keep his composure, but his throat worked in a quick gulp before he finally stepped toward her. As he leaned down, Kaya’s lips curved into a sly smile. Then, in a flash, she grabbed his collar, pulled him forward, and pinned him beneath her.

Her hair spilled like a curtain as she leaned over him, her eyes still hazy but her tone firm. "So, tell me, Veer," she murmured, fingers curling into his jaw to tilt his chin up, "who was it that gave me that drink, hm?"

Her nails dug into her palms, a mix of anger, shame, and heat swirling inside her chest.

Veer froze for a moment before raising his hands in mock surrender. "What the hell are you talking about? I don’t know anything."

Kaya’s grip tightened, her breath warm against his face. "Tara already confessed. You want me to go to him instead? Ask him directly?"

Something in Veer’s expression shifted. The playful smirk wavered, his eyes darkening as he muttered in a low voice, "Sweetheart... don’t you dare. I wouldn’t know what I’d do."

Kaya sniffed, the mist in her gaze flickering with stubborn fire. "Then tell me. Who gave me that drink?"

Veer let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as though she were impossible. "What could I do? You told us you belonged to the chimpanzee tribe. They’re supposed to have strong tolerance." He let his smirk return, eyes narrowing as he studied her flushed face. "Who would’ve thought my wife would be such a lightweight... such a Vixen?"

Her lips twitched, amusement breaking through her haze. "Vixen, huh?" she whispered back, voice thick with heat.

The effect of the juice was still running strong, maybe even stronger tonight. Kaya bent low and sank her teeth into his neck, playful but hard enough to make him groan.

Veer hissed, then chuckled through it, tilting his head to the side. "Wife," he drawled, teasing even as his breath hitched, "are you really a chimpanzee... or some kind of wild dog that just loves to bite?"

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That night ended the same as before, but thankfully the wolf tribe had already guessed what was going on. Out of consideration, they all went to bed early, giving Kaya and Veer some peace.

Kaya had originally planned to stay only two days, but because of that drink’s lingering effect, she ended up stuck there for an entire week. By the time she finally left the tribe, the strange heat had completely worn off, and she felt like herself again.

Now, flying through the open sky with Veer beside her, Kaya let out a breath of relief. Just as she was starting to relax, Veer glanced at her with that familiar sly smile and chuckled.

"Well, sweetheart," he said, "I’ve got to admit—you look really tempting when you’re drunk."

Kaya clicked her tongue in irritation. What could she even do? They were mid-air, and she wasn’t about to risk testing how much this man could really handle her. Veer caught the little sound, a smile tugging at his lips. He pointed toward a massive tree below.

"Let’s land there for a bit."

They descended, touching down in an open clearing with a single towering tree. Kaya glanced around—tall grass swayed around her knees, dotted with smaller plants. She frowned slightly.

"This place... are you sure we should stop here?"

Veer gave a calm nod. "Your feet are swollen again from dangling all this way. We’ll rest, eat something, then head out."

She accepted with a small nod. Her eyes caught a patch of tulsi nearby, their tiny seeds glistening in the sun.

"Hey," she called to Veer, who was busy unpacking food, his attention fixed on the supplies.

"Mm?" he replied absently.

"I’ll be right here," Kaya said, pointing at the grass. Veer barely looked up but nodded—he sensed nothing unusual, no beastman presence, nothing threatening.

Kaya crouched down, fingers brushing the leaves as she plucked seeds and collected fresh sprigs. The moment felt calm, almost peaceful.

But then—Veer froze mid-movement. His body stiffened, eyes snapping toward Kaya.

"Sweetheart!" His voice thundered across the clearing.

Kaya’s head jerked up, startled, just as Veer bolted toward her. In the blink of an eye, he scooped her into his arms and shot into the air. She barely managed a confused, "What—?" before her gaze dropped to the ground below.

Right where she had been kneeling, a massive snake sprang out of the grass, its jaws gaping where her body had been seconds earlier.

Kaya’s breath caught, her body going cold. Veer’s jaw tightened, lips pressed thin as he bit down hard, his eyes burning with fear and anger tangled together. He looked her over quickly, hands trembling as they brushed her shoulders, her arms, as if to reassure himself she was real, she was safe.

"I’m so, so sorry. Are you hurt? Tell me you’re okay." His voice cracked despite the steadiness he tried to hold.

Kaya, still stunned, shook her head. "I—I’m okay. But what... what just happened?"

Veer’s expression hardened. "We stopped in the wrong place," he said grimly, his grip around her tightening. "We’re leaving. Now."