Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 293 --

Outside the hut, Veer still waited, tense and alert. But now he was fully immersed in the raw, unrestrained power of his beastly form, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. Without hesitation, the healer lifted the bowl and hurled its contents directly at him.

The liquid hit Veer with a sizzling hiss. Pain exploded through him. "Ghhhhh—!" he groaned, a guttural scream ripping from his throat. Every monkey nearby recoiled, hurriedly covering their ears, instinctively shielding themselves from the violent roar that shook the clearing.

Yet the healer remained calm, unblinking, watching Veer with clinical detachment.

Veer staggered, wings fluttering, body trembling under the sting of the poison. He shifted back into his human form, sweat and blood mixing on his skin, and glared at the healer. "You—!" he spat, voice thick with anger.

"Now, calm down," the healer said softly, unhurried, almost teasing. "What? Now you’re calm?"

Veer’s chest heaved. He clenched his fists, took several shuddering breaths, and pressed his hands to his head. Slowly, he muttered to himself, "Yeah... yeah, I’m... calm."

A faint, knowing smile curved the healer’s lips. "Good," he said. "Now go find the person who gave Kaya the third poison."

Veer froze mid-step, amber eyes widening as the healer’s words sank in.

"Third poison?" he muttered under his breath, voice rough with disbelief.

"Don’t waste time," the healer urged, calm but firm. "If you delay even a moment, there’s a high chance she’ll die before the afternoon. Go—find the person who gave Kaya the last poison."

Veer’s gaze flicked toward Kaya, still lying fragile on the bed, and his mind raced. "But I don’t—" he began, hesitation tugging at him.

Then a memory slammed into him. Cutie... that rabbit! He muttered under his breath, teeth gritted. His wings unfurled, feathers trembling with suppressed pain.

A sudden, burning agony shot through them, white-hot and sharp, but he didn’t falter. Lips bitten raw, he launched into the air with a roar of exertion, pushing his battered body beyond its limits. Wings beat fiercely against the wind, carrying him upward at impossible speed.

Below, the healer watched the spot where Veer had vanished. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. He couldn’t hide a faint smile of admiration.

This woman...

Even now, knowing the flight was nearly suicidal for Veer, even knowing the prince’s body was pushed to the brink, he hadn’t stopped. He had to see her again, had to understand her. What type of woman could make even the wild, untamed Vulture Prince bend, change, risk everything—like this?

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Inside the cave, Cutie pressed a hand to his chest, wincing as a sharp, stabbing pain shot through him.

"Ugh... what the—" he groaned, collapsing to his knees.

The pain burrowed deeper, a hot, suffocating pressure, and he realized instinctively that something was very wrong.

Then he heard it.

"KRRAAAKH!"

A deafening, bone-rattling scream tore through the air. Cutie clutched his ears, staggering backward, eyes wide with alarm. He knew that sound instantly—the roar of an enraged beastman.

Racing outside, heart pounding, Cutie’s gaze shot skyward. Beyond the trees, he saw it: a massive, terrifying vulture, wings cutting the wind, letting out a furious screech that rattled the very ground.

Before Cutie could react further, Veer’s talons shot forward, snatching him mid-step.

"Ahhh! Are you crazy?! You damn vulture! Where are you taking me?!" Cutie shouted, thrashing, his legs kicking futilely.

Veer’s amber eyes met his, unblinking, and then he angled his massive wings, lifting them both into the air. There was no hesitation, no mercy—only speed.

The wind roared past Cutie’s ears as Veer glided at a breathtaking pace, clawing through the air with calculated precision. Twenty minutes later, the ground of the Monkey Tribe rushed toward them.

With a single, brutal motion, Veer released Cutie, who tumbled, thud!, onto the hard earth. He rolled instinctively, covering his head as he hit, finally skidding to a stop, heart hammering in panic and fear.

As Cutie made a tentative move to stand, his eyes caught a figure nearby. He looked up and saw the healer standing there, face calm, almost unnervingly so. Then the healer spoke.

"So... you are the talented healer who administered her the poison, huh?"

Cutie’s expression remained unreadable. His voice, quiet and measured, cut through the tension. "I do not understand what you are talking about."

The healer’s calmness didn’t waver. "Stop wasting time pretending. The woman you poisoned last time... she is dying."

Cutie froze. The words landed with brutal weight. "What?"

The healer gestured toward a nearby room. "She’s in there. Her breathing is weakening. The poison has already spread through her body."

Cutie’s eyes narrowed, but only briefly. "What... How is this possible?" His voice was soft, but urgency laced it like an invisible blade. Without a second thought, he rushed toward the hut.

The door creaked as he pushed it open. What he saw made his heart stop. His legs gave way, trembling beneath him, and he sank to the floor. He couldn’t—wouldn’t—accept it. His hands pounded her still body, disbelief rooting him to the spot.

Step by slow step, he moved closer, touching her face gently. Her skin was cold, too cold. He traced the line of her cheek, looking at the frail body before him. Just a few days ago, she had been vibrant, full of life, and now...

Kaya. She had lost so much weight. So much light.

Cutie’s chest tightened. A quiet, almost inhuman calm settled over him as he sat beside her, staring.

Suddenly, a calm voice came from behind Cutie. He stiffened, spinning slightly to see the healer standing there, expression unreadable.

"It seems... the second poison has been spreading through her veins," the healer said, his tone almost clinical. "Perhaps it came into contact with something it shouldn’t have, and the poison you administered earlier... it weakened its effect." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Cutie’s eyes narrowed, disbelief sharpening his features.

"But I have just one question," the healer continued, tilting his head slightly, "how... is she even alive right now?"