Aísē: My Five Supernatural Wives-Chapter 92: I owe you everything

Victor’s eyes widened in shock as I reached for him, his instincts screaming that this was an attack. He flinched back instinctively, his face paling.

But when he saw the delicate butterfly being drawn into the glowing sphere of mana in my palm, his entire demeanor shifted.

The small creature fluttered helplessly within the magical containment, its iridescent wings beating against the invisible barrier.

Victor’s breath caught in his throat as realization dawned on his features. "You..." he whispered, looking from me to the captured butterfly and back again.

"I suppose this little one is the reason you’re so nervous, Victor," I said with a knowing smirk.

My voice carried a mixture of amusement and understanding. "How long has it been following you around? Days? Weeks?"

Mariabell gasped behind him, her hand flying to cover her mouth as she realized what was happening. Victor’s face flushed crimson with embarrassment.

"It... It’s not what it looks like," he stammered."Then what is it?" Aisha asked coldly from beside me.

Victor’s shoulders slumped in defeat, the weight of his confession hanging heavy in the air.

"Argh," he groaned, running a hand through his hair,"alright, I’ll confess."He glanced around nervously before lowering his voice to barely above a whisper."That butterfly... it’s Braham’s familiar. He attached it to me to spy on my movements and report back anything suspicious."

His eyes pleaded with mine as he continued urgently. "He warned me that if I acted out of line or tried to help you escape, he’d know immediately through the familiar."Victor breathed out a shaky sigh, his nervousness palpable.

"Hey bro," he whispered desperately,"that thing won’t report me right? You tell me I’m safe, right?"Mariabell stood frozen behind him, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced by genuine fear for what this revelation might mean.

The captured butterfly fluttered frantically within my mana sphere, its presence now revealed as something far more sinister than a simple insect.

Aisha’s grip on my arm tightened as she realized the depth of Braham’s surveillance.

I didn’t hesitate for a moment. "As expected," I snarled, my voice dripping with venom and disgust,"mages can’t be trusted.

"With a swift, angry motion, I clenched my fist around the captured butterfly, crushing it between my fingers. The creature’s magical essence exploded into motes of glowing mana dust that swirled briefly before dissipating entirely.

Victor’s eyes went wide with horror as he watched his grandfather’s familiar vanish in an instant."No!" he cried out in panic,"what have you done? He’ll know! Braham will know what happened!"

Mariabell shrieked and covered her face with both hands. "Oh no! Oh no! Grandpa is going to be so mad!"Victor looked like he might faint as the full implications hit him.

"He said if anything happened to his familiar, there would be consequences..." His voice cracked with fear.

Aisha stepped closer to me, her own anger evident. "Good," she growled low enough for only us to hear,"let the old bastard come. At least now we know exactly where we stand."

The silence that followed was heavy with anticipation—we had just declared open war on one of the most powerful mages in existence by destroying his surveillance spell.Mariabell peeked through her fingers at Victor’s terrified expression.

Mariabell’s voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through the tension like a blade. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Vic," she hissed, her eyes wide with terror as she clutched at Victor’s arm,"this friend of yours is crazy! Even I who am loved very much by Grandfather know not to make him angry for real... or the consequences are too severe."

Victor turned pale as death, his face crumpling with despair.

"What have you done?" he whispered to me, his voice shaking.

"Do you understand what you’ve just done? Braham doesn’t forgive betrayal. When he finds out...

"He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.Aisha stepped protectively closer to me, her hand moving instinctively toward her weapon

."Let him find out," she said coldly."We didn’t come here looking for trouble, but we won’t cower from it either."

The hallway seemed to close in around us as the weight of our actions settled over all four of us. Mariabell began to tremble visibly. "He’ll lock us all away... or worse..."

Victor looked between us and down the corridor where Braham’s chambers lay beyond these walls.

I could see the terror in their faces and it made me feel weary to my bones. I just wanted them to stop. "You guys are reacting too violently," I muttered, letting out a long-suffering sigh as I turned away from them all.

The heavy door creaked open under my hand, revealing the dim interior of the guest room. Without another glance back, I stepped inside, leaving Victor and Mariabell to their panic in the hallway.

Aisha’s question hung in the air as she quietly closed and locked the door behind us.

Her boots clicked softly on the marble floor as she pressed her back against it, her hand never leaving the hilt of her weapon.

"Are you sure about this, Valerian?" she repeated, her voice low and urgent.

I was already sweeping my mana senses across the room, searching for any hidden enchantments or surveillance spells. The opulent chamber seemed innocuous enough—an ornate four-poster bed draped in silk curtains, heavy velvet furniture, and candlelight flickering from an elaborate chandelier.

But my instincts screamed that nothing in this mansion was as simple as it appeared. My jaw tightened as I continued my scan.

"No," I admitted grimly,"I’m not sure at all."I turned to face Aisha, meeting her worried gaze. "But we can’t spend our lives running scared of every powerful person who wants something from us."

My voice dropped to a whisper as I moved closer to inspect the windows.

"That old man needs something from me badly enough to play these games—and until he gets it..."I paused, my fingers tracing along the window frame where I detected a faint magical residue."He won’t risk killing his only bargaining chip."

Aisha’s face twisted through a series of emotions—concern, frustration, and something deeper I couldn’t quite place. Finally, she let out a long, heavy sigh that seemed to deflate some of the tension from her shoulders.

She crossed the room in three quick strides and before I could react, her arms were wrapped around me in a surprisingly tight embrace. The sudden contact caught me off guard—I could feel the warmth of her body against mine, smell the faint scent of jasmine that always clung to her hair.

Her voice was muffled against my chest as she spoke. "You’re an idiot," she muttered,"but I like that about you."

I felt her relax against me, her body softening as she pressed closer. Aisha’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she tilted her face up toward mine, her purple eyes meeting my gaze with an intensity that made my heart skip.

"Husband," she whispered, the word carrying a weight of emotion that went far beyond simple gratitude,"thank you for saving me back then."

Her hand came up to rest against my chest, fingers splaying across the fabric of my shirt.

"I know I don’t say it enough, but... I owe you everything."She leaned in closer until our foreheads were almost touching.

"You risked everything for me when we first met—your life, relations, despite the fact we were enemies..." Her voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "Even now, facing down powerful enemies just to keep me safe."

The candlelight danced across her features as she studied my face with those mesmerizing eyes.

I couldn’t hold back any longer, especially with Aisha pressed so close to me, her warmth and the scent of jasmine clouding my judgment.

My hands moved instinctively to her waist, pulling her even closer against me.

"You can indulge in your desires, Husband," she whispered, her voice barely audible as a blush spread across her cheeks and her eyes darkened with an emotion I’d never seen before. Her grip on me tightened possessively, refusing to let me pull away.

The room seemed to shrink around us as the weight of everything we’d been through—our dangerous journey, the constant threats, the intimacy we’d built along the way—crystallized into this moment. Her confession hung in the air like a promise.

"I’m yours," she breathed against my neck. "Completely."

I could feel the predator in me finally break free. My eyes burned red as I lost all control, my fangs descending with a hunger that had been building for weeks. With a sudden, primal motion, I sank my teeth into the delicate flesh of her nape.

"Ahh!" Aisha cried out, her voice a mixture of surprise and pleasure as she felt the sharp bite. Her body shuddered against mine, but instead of pulling away, her arms wrapped around my neck with desperate need. "Valerian... oh god..." she gasped, her breath coming in ragged pants.

The taste of her blood flooded my senses—sweet and intoxicating—and I pulled her impossibly closer, one hand tangling in her hair while the other pressed firmly against the small of her back. "You’re mine," I growled against her skin between pulls.

"Yours," she whispered back desperately, her voice thick with emotion and desire. "Always yours... please don’t stop..."

Her fingers dug into my shoulders as waves of sensation washed over both of us. The room spun around us as we became lost in this moment of raw vulnerability and possession.

"I can’t help but desire your love," she managed between moans,"so much it hurts sometimes..."

The words cut through the haze of bloodlust like a knife, making me pause just long enough to meet those mesmerizing eyes staring up at me with complete devotion.

"Then show me,"