After Giving Birth, All My Beast Ex-Husbands Suddenly Want Me Back-Chapter 24: Shameless female

On the way back, Nina quietly asked Little Bun, "Little Bun... can this cub still be saved?"

Little Bun checked the cub’s condition and replied,

[Host, its injuries are extremely severe. Ordinary treatment won’t be enough. Your ability is still too weak—if you want to save it, you’ll need to buy a Soul-Returning Pill.]

Nina glanced at the price of the pill. It was expensive. Then she looked down at the cub in her arms, breathing more out than in, barely clinging to life.

Her heart tightened. After a moment’s hesitation, she gritted her teeth and bought it anyway.

Sal’s consciousness recovered slightly. He felt himself being held in a soft, warm embrace. The scent surrounding him was faintly familiar, strangely soothing, filling him with an inexplicable sense of safety.

Back at the stone house, Nina asked Mino to prepare some meat broth while she stayed behind to watch over the cub.

They didn’t seek out the tribe’s shaman—no one would treat an ordinary wild beast cub.

Nina gently pried open the cub’s mouth and fed it the Soul-Returning Pill. The pill melted instantly upon contact, rapidly repairing the cub’s damaged body.

Sal felt something slip into his mouth. Warmth spread through him, and the searing pain gradually dulled.

Bit by bit, comfort replaced agony. Exhausted, he drifted into sleep.

Little Bun informed Nina that the cub was no longer in danger. Only then did she begin carefully tending to its wounds.

There were injuries all over its body—especially a terrifying gash across its abdomen.

Nina’s eyes softened with pity, her movements becoming even gentler.

After cleaning and bandaging the cub, she tidied its fur and laid it gently on the bed before heading out to help Mino.

That evening, Nina returned to check on the cub. Seeing its small, adorable form, she couldn’t help lightly stroking its little head.

Sal had recovered considerably after sleeping.

Sensing someone touching his head, he snapped his eyes open in fury, ready to see which reckless fool dared touch his head.

Instead, he found himself staring into a pair of eyes as brilliant as starlight—and then into an exquisitely beautiful face.

Her features were flawless, like peach blossoms in full bloom—soft, radiant, irresistibly charming. A gentle smile lit her face, warm as sunlight, piercing straight into his long-cold heart.

Sal froze.

Seeing the cub awake, Nina smiled and lightly tapped its round little head with her finger.

"Little kitty, you’re awake!"

Sal: ...

I am not a cat. I am a leopard—the mighty Black Panther, the most formidable of my kind.

And don’t touch my head.

Annoyed, Sal snapped away from her hand, eyes blazing with anger as he bared his tiny teeth.

Nina grabbed him and lifted him up in front of her, lightly patting his little backside.

"You ungrateful little thing. I saved your life, and you still dare to glare at me? If I’d known, I should’ve left you in the valley to fend for yourself. Do you know how much I spent to save you?"

The moment his backside was patted, Sal’s face burned red.

This shameless female... she actually hit my butt.

He struggled instinctively, but pain shot through his body the instant he moved. Gritting his teeth, he stopped resisting and let her hold him.

He glared at Nina, deeply conflicted.

So... it really was this female who saved him?

Thinking back, he’d truly believed he was doomed. His injuries had been too severe—he wouldn’t have had time to heal himself, and even if he survived briefly, any wild beast could have killed him.

She had fed him something... and somehow, he had lived.

Judging from her words, that thing must have been incredibly valuable. Of course—something capable of reviving the dying wouldn’t be cheap.

But even if she saved him, she still had no right to treat him like this.

Fuming, Sal turned his head away.

Nina found the cub’s alternating embarrassment and anger strangely amusing. It seemed incredibly intelligent—almost as if it understood her words.

Looking at the "little kitty," she couldn’t help pulling it into her arms and gently stroking it.

"Be good, little kitty. The wild is too dangerous. From now on, I’ll raise you."

Haha. One big cat gone—now she’d been gifted a little one.

Sal suddenly found himself buried in softness, enveloped by a rich, alluring scent.

His face burned even hotter as he struggled lightly.

As he moved, the scent struck him with familiarity. His eyes flew open.

T-this smell... isn’t it the same scent as that night? The scent of the wretched female who stole my chastity?!

Ignoring the pain, Sal kicked hard and leapt out of Nina’s arms, retreating to the corner of the bed. His eyes burned with fury as he glared at her.

It was this shameless female—using some unknown method to steal the purity he had guarded for so many years.

The more he thought about everything that had happened, the angrier he became.

He had originally gone to Jade Fox City to steal a spirit pearl. After succeeding, he’d been hunted down by Kith and Finch. They chased him all the way near Sin City, where the battle dragged on endlessly. Both sides were injured, their energy nearly depleted.

He used his ability to hide, intending to recover quietly.

But then—out of nowhere—a devastatingly powerful female heat scent flooded the air, instantly triggering his rut.

Females emit a heat scent during estrus, but its effect varies. Some scents barely affect males—others are irresistible.

After adulthood, males experience ruts. Though they can suppress them with abilities, prolonged suppression only makes the eventual outbreak more violent.

Sal had suppressed his urges for years. When he encountered that overwhelmingly powerful scent, his restraint shattered completely.

Driven by instinct, he followed the scent... and was defiled by that female.

He’d heard of noble females using special methods to obtain males they desired. She must have been one of them.

His mind had been fogged; he couldn’t remember her appearance clearly—only her scent.

He was certain. The scent was the same as this shameless female before him.

As if that weren’t enough, Kith and Finch had arrived and attacked him while he was in that state.

He fought back instinctively and fled. After that, his memory fractured—he only remembered waking up gravely injured, being pursued again, and finally collapsing in the valley.

The rest was clear: gravely wounded, overwhelmed two-to-one, he reverted into cub form... and was saved by this female.

The Black Panther clan was special. When reverting into cub form, they appeared as ordinary beasts and even emitted a feline scent to evade enemies.

It was a survival trait he’d relied on many times as a cub.

Clearly, this shameless female had mistaken him for a kitten.

There was also the scent of another male in the room—likely her mate.

With his injuries not yet healed, it seemed he’d have to endure being a "kitten" here for a while.

Seeing the "little kitty" refuse even to be held, Nina couldn’t help sighing at its terrible temper.

She was just wondering whether to tempt it with some cat food when Mino’s voice came from outside the door.

"Nina, dinner’s ready. Do you want to eat inside or outside?"

"Bring it in. I’ll eat inside," Nina replied.

Perfect timing—she could try tempting the "kitty." She just wasn’t sure whether it would eat cooked food.

Thankfully, cats in the beast world weren’t nearly as delicate as modern ones. They could eat many kinds of food.