Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 289 --.

Perhaps it was the blood loss—or maybe just sheer exhaustion—but Kaya felt her energy drain completely. After the cold river bath, her body shivered from fatigue, and every movement felt heavier than the last. She hadn’t eaten anything, hadn’t even had a proper meal in hours. But her limbs refused to carry her any further.

There was nothing to sleep on. No bed, no blankets, no soft comforts. Kaya sighed, reached for a thin animal hide, and spread it over the damp grass. It was barely a barrier between her and the earth, but it would have to do. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

She lay down, letting her body sink into the thin padding. Her eyes closed almost immediately. The world—the journey, the flying, the bleeding nose, even Veer’s concerned gaze—all faded into darkness.

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On the other side, in the heart of the Vulture Tribe, a strom had come.

Veer’s father’s hands shot out, grabbing the healer by the collar and slamming him against the wall. The healer gasped, struggling to breathe, his chest pressed tight by the vice-like grip.

"How dare you!" Veer’s father roared, eyes blazing like molten gold. "How dare you, healer, to send my son away?! Do you even know the danger you’ve put him in?!"

The healer coughed violently, trying to speak, but the force of the grip—and the overwhelming aura radiating from Veer’s father—rendered words impossible.

From behind, Veer’s brother stepped forward, voice steady but urgent. "Father... release him. If you don’t, he will die."

Veer’s father’s grip faltered for a moment. His chest heaved, a violent cough escaping him as he spat out through clenched teeth. "Then... then let him!" he growled. "How dare this... this bastard... put my son in danger!"

His son’s brother placed a careful hand on their father’s arm, steadying him. "Father, we must first get the answers. We need to know why Veer left. If we destroy the healer now... we may never know."

Veer’s father’s eyes blazed with fury. Without a word, he grabbed the healer and hurled him to the ground. The thud echoed through the room. Then his gaze shifted sharply to Veer’s brother, burning with accusation.

"You... you don’t know? Huh? You don’t know?" His voice thundered, each word a whip of anger.

Veer’s brother’s body froze. Fear gripped him, his head dipping low as he shook it timidly.

Suddenly, a sharp slap cut through the tense air. It was the first time Veer’s father had ever raised a hand against him. Veer’s brother staggered, covering his face, trembling, eyes wide with shock, hurt, and disbelief.

"You let that bitch live in this tribe," his father spat, his voice raw with venom. "You... you were the one who supported Veer. Because of you, that damn bitch took my son away! And now... you say you didn’t know?"

Veer’s brother stood there, frozen, as the weight of his father’s wrath pressed down on him, crushing him in silence.

Veer’s father fixed him with a piercing gaze, his voice a low growl that carried through the tense room.

"Do you really think I don’t understand what’s happening in this tribe?" he demanded, each word sharp like a blade. "Just because I went to a nearby tribe for a meeting, you let him go away? And don’t you dare lie to me!"

He leaned closer, eyes narrowing. "Do you mean to say you didn’t know Veer was leaving? That he didn’t tell you? Don’t insult me with your silence!"

Veer’s brother trembled, his lips parting slightly. He blinked rapidly, trying to steady the storm of fear and pain inside him. In a soft, almost broken tone, he murmured, "Dad... I... He came to inform me... not to ask me. I tried to stop him, but he... he wouldn’t listen."

Veer’s father’s eyes flared. "Shut up! I don’t want to hear your nonsense!" His voice boomed like thunder, echoing in the small space.

He turned sharply to the healer, his presence like a shadow of death looming over him. "And you—tell me, where have you sent my son? Speak before I kill you!"

The healer shivered violently, his voice barely a whisper. "My lord... my lord... I did not send him anywhere..."

Veer’s father’s rage erupted in a swift, merciless action. He kicked the healer square in the chest, the impact rattling him. "Do you think I don’t know that last time Veer came to meet you?"

"I... it was only because... the female was sick," the healer stammered, trembling.

"Sick?" Veer’s father’s voice dripped venom. "Then you should have given her poison to die! Not let my son go away!"

The healer was beaten again—twice more—until finally, gasping and broken, he spilled everything: how Veer had come, what had happened, every detail.

Veer’s father stared at him in disbelief, his fury almost tangible. "You sent my son... into this pack of snakes?" His voice cracked with a mix of outrage and anguish. "He is my life... my blood! And you... you dared send him into a fire pit, knowing the danger, knowing how wild and deadly those snakes are!"

The healer’s voice trembled as he hurriedly interjected, "No, my lord... no! I would never send young lord to the Snake Tribe like that!"

Veer’s father’s eyes narrowed, sharp as daggers. "Oh? Then... where did you send my son, hmm? Didn’t you just tell him that the Snake Tribe is the oldest and knows everything?"

The healer’s hands shook as he lowered his gaze. "I... I told him... but I also warned him there are two more tribes that know about it... The Turtle Tribe and... and the..." His voice faltered, the words choking in his throat.

Veer’s father’s chest tightened. He stared at the healer’s trembling form, a cold dread creeping into his veins. "Don’t tell me... don’t tell me you sent my son... to the Wild Dragons?"

The healer could only lower his head further, unable to meet the searing glare of Veer’s father.

Veer’s father clenched his chest in disbelief, the room spinning with anger, fear, and the crushing realization of the danger his son now faced.