Chapter 231 Silas (1)
"Kyra... that female was truly amazing," Lara said softly to her other mates, who hadn’t accompanied her during the contest. Her voice was filled with admiration and gratitude, though it was tinged with sadness. "Not only did she win the beauty contest, but she also saved Meeko. If she hadn’t found us, I don’t know what I would have done... My other offspring already died, and if I had lost Meeko too..." Her voice cracked as the weight of what could have been overwhelmed her, and tears began to stream down her cheeks.
Her mates immediately moved closer, wrapping her in their warm embrace. They held her tightly, their presence comforting and steady. "Don’t worry, Lara," one of her mates whispered soothingly. "We will try again during your next heat. We won’t give up."
Lara nodded, her tears still falling but her heart feeling a little lighter with their support. She looked up at one of her mates, the most gorgeous of them all, who had pretty brown eyes that seemed to hold all the warmth in the world. His soft cloud of red hair framed his strong, well-built physique, and just looking at him brought her a small sense of peace.
"Ah, yes, what were you saying about that female? Oh, what’s her name again?" he asked, his voice gentle as he tried to steer the conversation away from the sorrow that had taken hold of Lara’s heart. He could see the redness around her eyes and wanted to see her smile again, even if just a little.
"Her name is... Kyra," Lara said, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. The name held a new significance for her now, filled with both respect and a lingering sadness.
Just as the words left her lips, the room suddenly burst open. Lara’s eyes widened in shock as she saw her brother, Silas, standing in the doorway. His face was tense, his eyes wild with urgency.
"Watch what you’re doing!" one of Lara’s mates snapped, his tone cold and protective. "We don’t care if you’re king or anything else, but you will not dare enter while your sister is talking with her mates privately, Silas!" The mate, who was one of the strongest among them, stood up from the large custom-made bed that could easily fit more than ten people, his posture defensive.
"What are you doing in our home?" another mate, with sharp dark eyes, demanded, his voice laced with suspicion and irritation.
Silas didn’t seem to care about their hostility. His focus was entirely on Lara, his expression one of disbelief and confusion. "What did you just say, Lara?"