Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband-Chapter 136: Home Sweet Home Pt2

Primrose escaped the Dad Drama and walked over to Luna. The Rabbit-Kin woman looked tired but relieved to see them.

"You look exhausted, Prim," Luna said gently, taking Primrose’s coat.

"I feel like I’ve been chewed up and spit out by a dragon," Primrose admitted. "How was it here? Did the boys destroy the house?"

"It was... tense," Luna whispered, glancing at the bickering Warlords. "They were very worried. Especially when the beacon lit up in the North. Rajah paced a hole in the rug. Cassian tried to leave three times, but Lucien stopped him."

"They care," Primrose smiled softly. "In their own aggressive, competitive way."

She looked around. "Have you heard from Jax? I got that letter saying he was moving cities for work. It seemed so sudden."

Luna blushed, her long ears drooping slightly. "Yes, he’s escorting a caravan to the Western Ports. He sent a letter yesterday. He said the roads are clear and he misses the... the cooking. That’s all!"

"Ooh," Primrose nudged her. "A love letter disguised as a status report?"

"Prim!" Luna squeaked, turning bright red. "He just appreciates my cooking!"

"Uh-huh," Primrose grinned. "Sure. Just the cooking."

Suddenly, Luna paused. She looked at Primrose’s back.

"Prim," Luna whispered. "Why is your dress moving?"

Primrose froze. She had forgotten.

"Ah," Primrose laughed nervously. "About that. I brought back a souvenir."

She turned around.

Swish. Swish.

The White Tail and the Silver Tail waved hello.

Luna gasped, dropping the coat. "Two? You have two?"

The room went silent.

Rajah stopped shouting. Cassian stopped filing his nails. Lucien stopped staring.

Every eye in the room was fixed on Primrose’s backside.

"Okay, stop staring at my butt!" Primrose snapped, wrapping the tails around her waist like a fluffy belt. "It’s rude!"

"That is not... normal," Cassian noted, walking around her in a circle, eyeing the tails with scientific fascination. "I just can’t get used to primrose having a tail."

"Well, the myth just ate a boar roast, so it’s pretty real," Primrose said, collapsing onto the sofa.

"How?" Rajah demanded. "Did you eat a radioactive fox? Did you fall into a magic vat?"

"The Shrine," Caspian answered for her, stepping in to act as a buffer. "Vali was overloaded with the Frost Essence. Primrose acted as a conduit. She absorbed the excess energy to save his life."

"So the White one is the Frost Essence," Lucien deduced, his golden panther eyes narrowing. "And the Silver one?"

"The Silver Wolf lineage," Rurik explained, looking surprisingly proud. "She tapped into the ancestral magic of the crypts. She’s basically an honorary Wolf now. Don’t tell anyone, it’ll ruin my reputation."

Rajah poked the silver tail.

ZAP.

Static electricity shocked his finger.

"Ow!" Rajah recoiled. "It bites!"

"It defends," Primrose corrected, swatting his hand away with the tail. "Personal space, stripes."

"This changes things," Cassian murmured, looking at Primrose with a new calculation. "Two tails means two sources of divine power. Your mana capacity has just doubled. Maybe tripled. You aren’t just a Nanny anymore, Primrose. You are a powerhouse."

"I’m a tired powerhouse," Primrose yawned. "And right now, my power is ’Sleeping for Twelve Hours’."

She reached for her trusty snack bag—the magical bag that held infinite treats.

"I need a cookie," she mumbled. "Emotional support cookie."

She dug her hand into the bag. She felt around past the dried jerky, the hardtack, and the stray crumbs.

Her fingers brushed against something hard. And cold. And decidedly not a cookie.

"Huh?"

Primrose pulled it out.

It wasn’t food.

It was a small, ornate wooden box. It was carved from black ebony wood, inlaid with gold. And on the lid, there was a symbol.

A stylized Tiger roaring at the sun.

The room went deadly silent again.

"That’s not yours," Rajah said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. "Where did you get that?"

"It was in my bag," Primrose said, turning the box over. "I didn’t put it there."

"Open it," Lucien commanded.

Primrose unlatched the lid.

Inside, sitting on a bed of black velvet, was a single, perfect Golden Whisker. It was long, stiff, and made of pure gold.

And beneath it, a note. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Primrose unfolded the paper. The handwriting was elegant, sharp, and annoyingly familiar.

To the Lady of the Tails,

Congratulations on the upgrade. White suits you.

But winter is over, and I find myself craving something... tropical. The North was too cold for my taste. I prefer the heat. I prefer the thrill of the hunt.

If you want to know how the story ends, you’ll have to chase me. I’ve left a breadcrumb in the land of the Striped Kings.

P.S. Tell Rajah he needs to call his mother.

— The Boss.

Primrose read the note out loud.

When she finished, she looked up at Rajah.

The Tiger Lord wasn’t shouting anymore. He wasn’t bragging. He was staring at the Golden Whisker with a look of absolute horror.

"The Golden Whisker," Rajah whispered. "That is the Royal Summons of the Sun-Fire Clan."

"The Boss" Caspian frowned.

"He’s going to the Jungle of Golden Stripes," Primrose realized, closing the box with a snap. "He’s going to your home, Rajah."

Rajah snatched the note from her. He read the P.S.

Tell Rajah he needs to call his mother.

Rajah’s face turned a color that didn’t exist in nature—somewhere between purple and pale white.

"Mother," Rajah choked out.

"Oh no," Cassian started laughing. A cruel, delighted cackle. "Not the Tiger Matriarch. Not the Queen Mother."

"She is terrifying," Lucien agreed, actually shuddering. "She makes Rurik look like a kitten."

Rajah crumpled the note in his fist. His aura flared, turning the air hot and smelling of spices and burning wood.

"He dares?" Rajah growled. "He dares to go to my jungle? To my kingdom? And involve my mother?"

He spun around, his cape swishing dramatically.

"PACK YOUR BAGS!" Rajah roared at the room. "We are leaving! Vacation is over! We are going to the Jungle!"

"I just got back!" Primrose protested. "I haven’t even unpacked!"

"Too bad!" Rajah shouted, grabbing Arjun by the scruff of the neck. "We ride at dawn! Nobody threatens my kingdom! And nobody talks to my mother without my permission!"

"Wait," Primrose held up a hand. "Is your mother really that bad?"

Rajah looked at her. The mighty Tiger Lord, who could punch through steel and wrestle dragons, looked legitimately ready to cry.

"Primrose," Rajah whispered. "She arranges marriages for sport. She criticizes my posture while I am sleeping. If the Boss is with her... we are all doomed."

Primrose looked at the Golden Whisker in the box. She looked at her two tails. She looked at the exhausted, chaotic family around her.

She sighed.

"Well," Primrose said, grabbing a cookie from the bag and taking a bite. "Out of the freezer, into the frying pan."

She looked at Rajah.

"Let’s go meet your mom, Stripes."