Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 299 --

Kaya stared at the strange man, her mind foggy. Then a flicker of recognition hit—this was the same healer she had met before. But that only deepened the confusion. How had she ended up here? Her last memory was with Veer, somewhere else entirely, and now she was in this unfamiliar place.

She pressed her fingers against her forehead, trying to piece it together. Fragments surfaced—coughing blood, the sudden collapse, a fleeting sensation of falling through the air—but nothing connected fully.

The healer looked at her and said softly, "Don’t worry. Your vulture brought you here."

Kaya froze. Veer had brought her... or at least, she had thought so—but now it was confirmed. She tried to speak, but no sound came out. Her hands twitched weakly, almost limp, as she tried to signal, even attempting a bird-like gesture—but it faltered, clumsy and awkward.

The healer’s calm eyes met hers. "You’re asking where they are?" he prompted.

Kaya nodded, though a flicker of confusion crossed her mind. They? What did he mean by they?

"They’re in the side room," he explained. "After taking care of you, they collapsed from exhaustion. Both of them are sleeping now."

Kaya’s chest tightened, and she slowly tried to rise. As soon as she shifted, sharp pain shot through her ankles, like fire lacing her bones. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stabilize. The healer stepped forward to help, but Kaya raised a hand, stopping him. She carefully felt along his shoulder, cautious of contact. He paused, lowering his gaze.

"They’re just beside the house," he said quietly. "Directly attached to it. You can see them from there."

Kaya nodded. Leaning on the fragile walls for support, she limped toward the doorway. When she stepped outside, the sun hit her eyes, stabbing through her lids. She shielded her face with her hand, blinking against the harsh light. Her eyes ached—perhaps from having been closed so long—but she couldn’t tell how many days she had actually slept.

Despite the pain, she moved forward. The place looked familiar from her last visit. People were busy with their work, moving quietly, while children ran around. Most had tails and monkey-like ears, a strange, chaotic energy surrounding them. They glanced at her briefly but ignored her, returning to their tasks.

Kaya ignored the stares and turned toward the house beside her. The door creaked as she pushed it open. It was a simple grass hut, almost fragile in its construction, far weaker than the healer’s sturdier home. Inside, two figures lay on beds of dry grass stacked on the ground, exhausted but alive.

Kaya squinted, trying to make sense of the figures before her. One looked like a brown hare—the same wild rabbit she had seen before—and beside it lay a vulture... or was it an eagle? She rubbed her eyes in frustration. What the hell? Am I really confusing a vulture with an eagle? Have I completely lost my mind?

Shaking off the confusion, she stepped closer. Both creatures remained motionless, still deep in sleep. Seeing the vulture confirmed one thing—it was real. But the rabbit... her brow furrowed. That had to be Cutie. She had held him countless times, watched him, known him, and even in this small, strange form, recognition hit her immediately.

Yet something didn’t make sense. Why was Cutie here? She had left him in Nikala beastmen tribe. How had he ended up in this place, lying beside the vulture?

If something like this had happened in her world, it would have caused a sensation—prey and predator lying side by side in impossible harmony. A soft chuckle escaped Kaya’s lips, though she quickly stifled it, her eyes returning to the two sleeping figures. Even in their beast forms, and even as small animals whose expressions were almost impossible to read, Kaya could sense their exhaustion. Their faces, serene in sleep, seemed to radiate tiredness, as if each shallow breath carried groans and pain.

Tentatively, she reached out to Cutie first, brushing her hand across his face and patting gently. Her fingers traced down his back, gliding over his fur three or four times, until a tiny twitch of a smile flickered across his features. Seeing that, a genuine smile spread across her own face.

Then she turned to Veer, letting her hand rest lightly on his body, moving slowly from head to tail in soft, comforting strokes. The space between the two of them was quiet, almost sacred. Slowly, Kaya settled down between them, letting herself sink into the warmth and familiarity. Even after so much time asleep, she didn’t understand why fatigue still clung to her—but here, nestled between them, a deep sense of peace washed over her.

Her eyes closed, and the three of them drifted together, breaths mingling in quiet rhythm, a fragile, perfect harmony that felt like home.

.....

When the healer returned with water, he noticed his house was empty. Confused, he made his way to the side house, calling softly for Kaya. The door creaked as he pushed it open—and what he saw stopped him in his tracks.

Kaya lay in the center, sprawled comfortably on her back, while the two beasts were curled around her, snuggled close, as if she were the safest place in the world. The healer froze, silent, trying to comprehend the scene. What does this woman have that commands these two monsters so casually?

To an outsider, there would be no hint of the danger these creatures carried. Just days ago, they had nearly wiped out the entire monkey tribe. Yet here they were, gentle and tender, their massive forms softened by her presence.

The healer’s mind flashed back. He remembered administering the poison—watching her vomit blood, listening to her groans through the night. She had screamed in pain while cutie stayed beside her, holding her tightly. And yet, the same man who had no qualms about bringing a lethal substance into the tribe—risking anyone’s life—was completely unfazed .

The next day, when Kaya had stabilized slightly and was asleep, Cutie had been nearby.