Her eyes widened in shock when she saw the scene outside. A crowd of males had gathered, and upon seeing her, they beca visibly excited. Most of them were incredibly attractive, looking like models straight out of a magazine.
As she caught their attention, so of them beca so excited that their original fur clothes disappeared, and they began dancing for her, completely naked. Kyra’s face flushed with embarrassnt and surprise.
"What on earth...?" she muttered to herself, unable to tear her eyes away from the bizarre spectacle.
Just then, Damon appeared beside her, his expression hardening as he took in the scene outside. "Stay back, Litle thing," he said, his voice firm. "These males are drawn to your heat. They’re trying to impress you."
Kyra looked at him, her cheeks still flushed. "But why are they... naked?"
Damon sighed, a mixture of annoyance and protectiveness in his eyes. "It’s their way of showing off. They think it’ll win your favor."
Kyra glanced back at the window, then quickly turned away, feeling overwheld. "What should I do?"
"Stay inside," Damon instructed. "I’ll handle this."
With that, he stepped outside, his presence commanding imdiate attention. The males stopped their dancing, watching him warily. Damon’s eyes blazed with a fierce protectiveness as he addressed the crowd.
"Leave now," he ordered, his voice echoing with authority. "She’s under my protection. Anyone who tries to approach her will have to answer to ."
The males, sensing the danger in Damon’s tone, slowly began to disperse.
So grumbled in disappointnt, while others cast longing glances at the window where Kyra had stood.
Once the area was clear, Damon returned to Kyra’s side. "You’re safe," he reassured her. "They won’t bother you again."
Kyra nodded, her heart still racing from the unexpected encounter. "Thank you, Damon. I didn’t realize..."
***
On the Fourth day of her period, Kyra woke up feeling a sense of relief—her periods were finally over. She felt lighter and happier, ready to face the day. As if in harmony with her mood, the sun ca out, casting a warm, golden light across the landscape.
Damon noticed her brightened spirits and saw an opportunity. His eyes glinted with a mix of excitent and evilness. "Let’s go outside to the square, Kyra. Let introduce you to everyone." he said with a smirk.
Kyra looked at him, a bit surprised. "Are you sure it’s okay? After all the attention yesterday..."
Damon nodded confidently. "Trust . It’ll be fine. Plus, it’s important for you to et the others and for them to get to know you."
Kyra hesitated for a mont but then nodded. "Alright, let’s go."
They stepped outside, and Kyra felt the warmth of the sun on her skin, a stark contrast to the cold she had endured during her period.
The Town square was bustling with activity as everyone seed to be enjoying the sunny day.
As they walked, Damon kept a protective arm around her, guiding her through the crowd.
Kyra’s eyes widened in amazent as she observed the males around her. Each one seed impeccably grood and strikingly handso, with features that could easily grace the pages of a magazine. There were no females in sight; instead, the gathering was predominantly male.
As soon as they noticed Kyra, their attention shifted towards her.
So adjusted their hair nervously, while others subtly jostled for position to catch her eye. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation, every male seemingly eager to make an impression on the new female.
However, Damon’s stern glare cut through the excitent like a knife.
"I can’t believe Damon got himself a female."
"It’s surprising after what happened."
"OMG! She is so beautiful."
"Oh yeah, she’s even more beautiful than Sandra."
"Isn’t she the one who had all the males flocking around her house?"
"I wonder if she’s here to stay or just passing through."
"I bet she’ll have all the males fighting over her soon."
Kyra glanced around, indifferent to the attention she was receiving from others.
"You rember what I told you? You have to do sothing for ." Damon suddenly asked, breaking her reverie.
"You keep reminding . How could I forget?" Kyra replied, rolling her eyes.
Suddenly, a commotion arose from the left side of the square. A female arrived, seated on a dragon and surrounded by nurous males. Sandra had ssy white hair and tanned skin, exuding arrogance with her deep yellow eyes.
Kyra was taken aback. Though she shouldn’t judge, Sandra seed unkempt, as if she hadn’t showered or washed her hair in months—a stark contrast to the clean and beautiful females in both the Silver Wolf tribe and her own.
Many males showered Sandra with complints, proclaiming her beauty and hailing her as the Queen of Spirit City. Sandra’s arrogance only grew in response.
Damon’s hands clenched into fists as he watched Sandra coldly.
"Do you know what you have to do?" Damon asked in a cold, emotionless voice.
Kyra frowned, eting his gaze. "Hmm, what do I have to do?"
"Look at that guy on the right side of her." he remarked, his tone chillingly cold.
"Yeah," she replied, glancing over at him. He was tall, almost as tall as Damon, with long white hair that cascaded down to his lower back. His eyes were a srizing shade of golden, as if they held the entire universe within them.
His face seed as though it had been ticulously sculpted by a divine hand, with plump, pink lips and long white eyelashes that delicately frad his gentle gaze. His skin was fair, akin to the smoothness of jade.
He looked elegant and gentle as he walked gracefully beside Dragon, whom Sandra was riding.
"I see.." Kyra murmured, glancing back at Damon. Her heart nearly jumped into her throat when she noticed his clenched jaw and icy aura.
"What do I need to do, Damon?" she asked again, his gaze turning towards her. The warmth he usually showed her seed to have vanished.
"You need to seduce that male" he replied bluntly.
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