Beastmen Kings At My Feet [Reverse Harem] - Chapter 79: Chapter 79

Chase pressed Veronica's hand to his cheek and left a kiss, hot with tears, on her skin. Veronica felt as if she had been scorched.
His voice trembling, he said, "Mistress, I know I'm not as smart or capable as Leonardo and the others. But I really want to try hard and become better.
"Why is it that Leonardo, who met you later than I did, can bond with you? Am I really that inadequate?"
Chase's voice was laced with a hint of self-reproach and sorrow, as if he was pained by his own perceived shortcomings.
Veronica gently wiped away the tears from Chase's face and spoke softly, "Chase, why would you think that way? You're not inadequate at all. I've never thought of you that way."
Chase smiled, looking at Veronica with a sincere and passionate expression. "Will you wait for me a little longer, Mistress? I promise I'll earn more military honors."
Veronica's heart softened. Chase was always so genuine and endearingly affectionate in front of her. She reached out with her other hand and cupped his face. Chase was kneeling while Veronica was squatting. He was her eternally loyal follower.
"Chase, you don't need to do that. Whether or not you earn military honors, you're the best in my eyes. I just want you to come back safely," Veronica said gently.
Chase, his face held in her hands, nodded. "Then, Mistress, would you bond with me?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with nervousness and anticipation.
Veronica's cheeks flushed slightly, and for a moment, she felt as if Chase were proposing to her. "I will," she whispered.
Chase stood up in one swift motion, lifted Veronica, and placed her on the bed, sitting her down. He knelt before her again, his tall frame moving with the utmost care.
Veronica placed her hands on the back of his neck. Chase gently cradled her face and pulled her closer. This kiss was entirely different from the first hasty one; it was filled with tenderness.
Veronica's eyelashes fluttered as she felt Chase's tentative touch. Finally, unable to contain himself, Chase stood up and gently pushed her onto the bed.
Veronica sank into the softness of the covers as Chase carefully used the tip of his tongue to part her lips. A warm current flowed between them as their lips intertwined.
Veronica's psychic power enveloped them both, creating a cozy, sun-warmed embrace, like a fluffy blanket that had been baked in the sun.
Chase kissed her gently, his movements brimming with affection. In this moment, he felt his soul settle like a leaf falling to the ground.
It was as if Chase had traveled through vast expanses of time, weathering countless storms, and finally found his true home.
His heartbeat steadied, and the restlessness and anxiety within him slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of calm and serenity.
Veronica closed her eyes slightly, sensing the turmoil within Chase and now feeling his peace and contentment. The two had finally bonded, as if the entire world had faded away, leaving only the two of them.
Chase held Veronica tightly in his arms, his embrace as strong as steel, providing her with unwavering support and comfort.
Veronica leaned into him, closing her eyes and inhaling his scent, feeling as if she were wrapped in a warm and safe world.
Veronica's breathing gradually evened out as she drifted off to sleep. Her body rose and fell slightly in Chase's arms, a gentle reminder of his presence.
'She's my Mistress,' he thought to himself. Chase looked down at her, his eyes filled with tenderness and indulgence.
He gently stroked her hair, feeling its softness and warmth, his heart swelling with contentment and happiness. Time seemed to stand still, and everything became quiet and peaceful.
Chase held Veronica quietly, savoring this rare moment of tranquility and bliss. He knew that the warmth and sweetness of this moment would be forever etched in his memory, becoming the most precious recollection of his life.
The next morning, Chase slowly emerged from Veronica's room, his face beaming with an irrepressible grin.
His steps were light yet forceful, as if the entire world was brimming with joy and delight. His mood was like a clear blue sky, without a single cloud in sight.
He had finally bonded with Veronica. This bond was not just a surface-level closeness but a deep, spiritual connection.
They understood each other, trusted each other, and had become an inseparable whole. This wonderful experience made Chase feel incredibly happy and fulfilled, and he couldn't help but want to share this joy with everyone.
Matthew's mood was the complete opposite of Chase's. He had been trying to maintain his composure, but the moment he learned about Veronica's bond with Chase, he couldn't even muster a smile.
Matthew's heart was filled with an indescribable emotion. 'Is it jealousy, loss, or anger?' he wondered, but he couldn't quite tell.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then turned to Veronica, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "Ms. Byrne, you're quite the philanthropist. Able to bond with someone so effortlessly." Matthew's words carried an inexplicable bitterness.
Veronica was taken aback by his sarcasm and was momentarily speechless. She sensed Matthew's feelings but truly didn't know how to respond.
She knew that her bond with Chase might have hurt Matthew, but she couldn't bear to make Chase feel unworthy.
Matthew, seeing Veronica's silence, felt his sense of loss intensify. He couldn't help but speak again, his voice devoid of emotion. "And what about me? What place do I hold in your heart?"
His question was blunt and piercing. He wanted a clear answer from Veronica.
Veronica looked at Matthew, his usual smile now gone, and felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She knew she couldn't avoid this question, but at the same time, she didn't know how to answer.
She took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts, but it felt as if something had lodged in her throat, preventing her from speaking.
Matthew nodded slightly, as if he had come to some realization. He took a deep breath, trying to steady the turmoil within, and said slowly, "I understand, Ms. Byrne. It seems I've been overly sentimental."
His voice was calm, but the disappointment and sadness couldn't be concealed.
Matthew turned and walked away, his back looking so lonely, as if he had lost all his strength. His steps were heavy and slow, each one seeming to carry a thousand-pound burden.
He felt like he was no longer the Matthew he used to be. Now, he seemed to have lost his direction, becoming so confused and powerless. He should have used his tentacles to tightly bind Veronica and teach her a lesson.
Matthew couldn't understand why she always wore such a bright smile for everyone, and why she could have so many bondmates.
But at this moment, Matthew felt utterly drained, as if all his energy had been sucked out.
He had no desire to express his inner thoughts and feelings, nor the strength to fight for anything. He just wanted to quietly leave and be alone to calm himself down.