Chasing Back His Beloved Beast Husbands

Chapter 85: 85-Familiar and unfamiliar

Sseraphis pressed the point between his eyes. His eyes closed, his skin tensing up. His ink painted fingers traced that spot over and again, holding back his anger.

"Are you serious?" He roared, a scoff slipping out of his lips.

"I am," Hadrian held his ground.

Sseraphis snapped his eyes open. His dark black-purplish eyes had darkened immensely that they looked like they were made of pure poison.

He sneered. "Are you seriously using cubs to threaten me?" He asked, staring at the several wolf cubs being dangled over a pot of venomous. freёweɓnovel.com

The irony of Hadrian using snakes didn’t evade Sseraphis. But he wasn’t moved. In fact, his heart remained calm and unshaken.

"If you don’t start practising the seal breaking technique, then I’ll let these snakes have their way with these cubs!" He threatened.

Sseraphis yawned. Hadrian’s idea of a threat bored him because there was an inch of him that cared for other beasts, so why would he be moved by random cubs.

"I grew up in the abyss. Its survival of the fittest there," he reminded because from his perspective, his so-called had forgotten that key factor about his origin. "It’s a beast eat beast world over there. I survived this long, and you think I’ll melt in the face of wolf cubs in danger?"

Hadrian’s resolve didn’t waver easily. He had seen in the memories that Sseraphis shared with his mates that Aeltharion liked to occasionally volunteer to take care of poor beastlings in the street, and Nytherael and Sseraphis would help.

The snake cared for the poor, helpless cubs. He just pretended not to, is what he believed. "They are orphaned," he said.

Sseraphis, however, looked at him like he had lost his mind. Once upon a time after his parents abandoned him, he lived a fate far worse than an orphans because with evety suffering, he’d be haunted by the fact that his parents were in some corner of the world raising his brother and not giving a damn about him.

The feeling was worse than knowing they couldn’t be there for him because they were no more. So, the stone wall around his heart grew taller and taller until he paved a way to the top. A place where no one would ever toss him aside easily.

He glanced at the unconscious cubs. They couldn’t even scream or fight for survival because they were unaware of the danger. But his heart remained solid. freewebnoveℓ.com

’No one ever showed up to save me. Why should I save them?’ He thought, his decision firm. ’Ebery beast for themselves. If they are fated to survive, they should do so by their own means. Why should I submit myself for them?’

"Are you going to practise or not?"

"Uhm," Sseraphis scratched his chin as though deeply contemplating the option. "Not," he replied coldly. "The snakes can have a feast. My treat," he smiled and turned around to walk out of the courtyard.

Hadrian coiled his serpentine dragon tail around the first cub. The magma on his skin burnt the fur of the cub. "Do you think I don’t dare?"

"I have been beaten... starved... skinned... burnt... abandoned... brought to the brink of death a dozen times... and no one ever spoke up for me or saved me. Do you think setting a cub of fire will move my heart?" Sseraphis inquired, his eyes growing empty and void of any emotion like they were just vessels without the soul that brings life to his frame.

"You claim that we are lovers. How is it that you don’t know this cruel fact about me?" His fountain grew increasingly loud.

Hadrian released the cub and immediately approached Sseraphis, but the snake ignored him and kept walking.

"Where are you going?"

Sseraphis recovered. "I caught a glimpse of my face in the water while I was washing up and realized..." he paused, turning back to meet Hadrian’s eyes. "I am extremely good-looking. Like... every beast is here," he motioned for a bar, the level of his shoulder, and continued. "And I am up here," he raised his hand as high as it go.

Hadrian blinked, never expecting such a vague view from a nine-headed snake. Sseraphis sounded shallow with every word.

"How is that relevant?"

"I figured that such a handsome face must be unforgettable," he said, taken by his own looks. "I plan to walk around beastworld. Sooner or later, I am bound to meet a beast that knows me, and I’ll have more than you as a reference to fill in the blanks of my suppressed memories," he added.

Hadrian went pale. His hovering spirit form went whiter than mourning attire. He hadn’t expected the vain snake to come up with such an idea that would ruin all his plans.

"You can’t go!" Hadrian panicked.

"Can’t?" Sseraphis’ eyes narrowed suspiciously at him. "And why is that?"

The corner of Hadrian’s mouth twitched. How was he supposed to admit that the reason he couldn’t let Sseraphis move around freely was because he might stumble into Nytherael, Aeltharion, and Aenyra, and of the three, his biggest worry was Aenyra

The dragoness had undone his perfect plan by breaking Sseraphis, and Hadrian feared she could trigger his memories to return. And he couldn’t afford that.

"You don’t trust me?" He lowered his voice and softened his face to appear pitiful. "You don’t believe me when I say that we do love each other, and now you don’t trust me to the point that you’re willing to consult outsiders?"

Sseraphis picked up on the manipulation laced in the pitiful sugary display of vulnerability. He’d scammed beasts and beeb scammed more times to pick up on tricks sent in his direction.

He smiled, softening. His suspicions proved true. The moment he mentioned leaving and finding another source of knowledge of his past, Hadrian changed tactics and was against it, which shows that the one-sided truth the scarlet-eyed beast fed him might not be true

"We might be lovers, but I am Sseraphis Aeltharion Noxveil and I..." he froze.

The name that flowed naturally out of his mouth stilled his cold heart. The stone walls around that frozen organ cracked slightly.

"Sseraphis Aeltharion Noxveil," he repeated, and it sounded like home. A destination that promised peace and happiness. For some reason, that name startled his heart to the point that after the shock, it started racing.

"Aeltharion," he uttered. The name felt familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. He couldn’t understand why he uttered it or attached it to his name with ease that felt practised. ’How can a name feel like peace?’

All light drained from Hadrian’s form. Sseraphis didn’t remember anything of the memories he planted in his head despite his energy still stuck onto Sseraphis’ soul but remembered his dragon mates name.

Even though he had sealed their bond and made sure that Sseraphis couldn’t feel them and they couldn’t reach him, the snake still managed to utter Aeltharion’s name. He boiled with anger.

"Who is Aeltharion? What does this beast mean to me?" Sseraphis raised a question to the scarlet-eyed beast.

"As far as I know, we don’t know any beast named Aeltharion," he responded.

Sseraphis failed to trust his answer. His heart reacted to a name he called out to randomly when it remained unshaken by Hadrian, who claimed they were lovers. His doubts deepened.

"I am taking this trip, and if you have the ability. I dare you to stop me," he let out.

"I will stop you!" Hadrian affirmed.

Sseraphis smirked. "Good luck with that," he quickly bent down and tapped into shadow and jumped in.

The next breath, he emerged from the Shadows in the ground. Before he could rise, numerous swords pointed at his throat.

"Who goes there?" A firm voice asked.

Sseraphis looked up and spotted a beast draped in a black fur coat carrying a glass fish tank. The inside was a black fish with a glowing heart.