CHAPTER 28: THE BROKEN ANTLER BETRAYAL [R18]

It was early in the morning. Moans echoed from Caelen’s room.

Caelen stood naked by the bed, where Veralia and Reina lay sprawled out, just as bare. Their legs were spread wide, revealing their glistening pink warmth.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Caelen pushed himself inside Veralia, drawing a moan from her lips.

"Arghhh..."

He began to move in and out, his rhythm steady. At the same time, his fingers slipped between Reina’s thighs. She lay beside Veralia, gasping softly as his fingers worked in sync with his hips. Reina’s moans filled the room, growing louder with every rapid stroke of Caelen’s fingers, while Veralia clutched the bedsheet tightly as he went deeper inside her.

Leaning forward, Caelen lowered his head between Reina’s thighs. His tongue slid inside her as he began to suck, drawing desperate moans from her. Reina gripped his head, pressing it closer, not wanting the sensation to stop. But Veralia wasn’t left behind. Caelen’s hips rolled gently, each deep thrust making her shiver beneath him. The room was heavy with the heat of their pleasure.

Caelen moved up and began to suck on Reina’s plump breast, his mouth wrapping around her nipple. He sucked hard, his hands squeezing her breasts, firm and greedy. Then he pulled away slightly, still holding her breasts, and picked up his pace inside Veralia.

Soon, he pulled out. Both women crawled toward him eagerly. Reina gripped his thick shaft, stroking and sucking it at the same time. Veralia teased her own breasts as Caelen leaned down, kissing her deeply. Then she lowered herself, her tongue trailing down until she reached his balls—sucking them gently, then deeper, completely swallowing them.

Caelen moaned, his head tilted back in ecstasy.

Gripping Reina’s hair, he guided his cock deeper into her mouth. She gagged softly, saliva dripping from the corners of her lips, but she didn’t stop. Veralia cupped his balls from underneath, massaging them gently as the two of them devoured him like candy.

"You want my cum, huh?" Caelen growled.

"I want it all over me," Reina said breathlessly.

"Me too," Veralia added, licking her lips.

Caelen’s thrusts grew faster, rougher. Then, with a deep groan, he pulled out—his length throbbing.

Both girls lifted their faces toward him as he came, thick streams splattering across their faces and mouths. He spread it between them like he was serving a feast. Veralia quickly took him back into her mouth, her lips sealing around him. He moaned as she pressed forward, choking slightly before laughing with flushed cheeks.

Moments later, they all collapsed onto the bed. Caelen drew the sheets over their bodies, and both girls curled against his chest. He let out a breathless chuckle.

"That... was ecstatic."

The girls giggled. Reina traced invisible lines on his chest.

"Let’s do this more often," she said, smiling.

Caelen smirked. "We still have to investigate, though—"

Before he could finish, Veralia kissed him.

"If we’re doing this again," she whispered, "I want it to be just me and you."

"Huh?" Reina raised an eyebrow.

"Now, now, Veralia," Caelen said teasingly, "it’s not good to be selfish."

Veralia’s face flushed red as she pulled the sheet over her head. Reina chuckled and laid her head back on Caelen’s chest. He stroked her hair gently.

"We should probably get ready for our next findings," he said softly.

Reina groaned. "Urgh... just when we were getting comfortable."

From beneath the sheet, Veralia mumbled, "Why don’t we do that later?"

"Come on, girls," Caelen said with a grin, standing up, still naked. His cock remained hard. "Or... why don’t we continue this in the bathroom? What do you say?"

Veralia peeked out from under the sheet. The girls exchanged a knowing look—then rushed toward him.

They followed him into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the space, and steam slowly began to envelop the room.

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Chapter Title: Shadows Beneath Ale

The sun spilled golden over the rooftops of Dawnmere Village, casting a gentle warmth across the dusted roads. A few birds chirped in the distance, but there was still a lingering tension in the air.

Later — Outside the Motel

Ryan stood silently under the shade of a crooked wooden post, arms folded, silver hair rustling in the wind. He was already dressed in black-furred armor with clawed shoulder pads, a wolf emblem etched into his chest. His beast eyes scanned the area — sharp, alert, and unblinking.

Moments later, Caelen stepped out of the motel’s creaking door, flanked by Veralia and Reina. They all looked rested but carried the heaviness of last night’s puzzle on their shoulders.

Ryan bowed his head low. "Good morning, my lord."

Caelen nodded. "Morning, Ryan."

Veralia smirked. "You’re out early today."

Reina raised a brow. "Didn’t get enough sleep?"

Ryan straightened his back. "No, I slept well. I just woke earlier than usual."

Reina gave a small nod. "I see."

Caelen pulled out a rolled parchment and tapped it thoughtfully against his wrist. "Now, let’s sort through our findings."

Ryan pulled out a worn leather journal and handed it to him. "Here, my lord. I compiled everything we discovered."

Caelen flipped it open. "From the crime scene, we confirmed it was a magical beast behind the attacks."

Everyone nodded.

Caelen continued, "In the market, they mentioned a green-eyed shadow. That lines up. If it’s the same creature, it must be a beast with glowing green eyes."

"But," Ryan added, "Ban and his father could’ve been mistaken. It was night, after all."

Caelen hummed. "True... but during the Limb for Limb game, we learned about the personalities of the victims. Tarin Elowen, a young herbalist’s apprentice, loved wandering near the forest for rare herbs."

Veralia frowned. "So how was he killed?"

"Probably saw something he wasn’t supposed to," Caelen muttered.

"But if he died in the forest," Reina said, "why was his body found outside the motel?"

"Did he escape and die here?" Ryan asked.

Caelen shook his head. "No. The only blood at the scene belonged to the beast."

"Could Lord Eldric’s guards have moved the body?" Ryan wondered aloud.

"Let’s not jump to conclusions," Reina warned.

"Still..." Veralia added, "it’s possible."

Caelen flipped a page in the journal. "The second victim — Bruke Fenric — was a former guard. Turned blacksmith’s assistant. Drank near the outskirts."

"Two deaths," Ryan said. "Different locations. Bodies dumped in the same place. That can’t be coincidence."

Veralia crossed her arms. "Maybe Ryan’s right."

Reina’s gaze narrowed. "So the guards... moved the bodies?"

Caelen looked up, voice sharp. "Even if it was a guard, it wouldn’t be one from the village head’s inner circle. That would’ve been obvious."

Reina’s eyes widened. "Which means—"

Caelen nodded. "A village guard. One who wouldn’t draw suspicion."

Veralia raised a brow. "And how do we find that guard?"

Caelen smiled faintly. "I know someone who can help."

"Who?" Reina asked.

"Someone... close."

They exchanged glances. Then, as one, they began walking.

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Minutes Later — Outside The Broken Antler

The Broken Antler stood like an aging beast — crooked roof, cracked windows, and a faded antler nailed to a hanging wooden sign. The scent of ale and smoke spilled from the cracked door.

Veralia blinked. "Wait... we’re at the bar?"

Reina stretched. "Finally. A little fun."

Caelen smirked and turned to Ryan. "You remember this place?"

Ryan looked down. "How could I forget, my lord?"

"Yosh," Caelen said with a grin. "Let’s get drunk— I mean, let’s meet a friend."

Ryan sighed. "At this point, I don’t know if we came here to drink or investigate."

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Inside The Broken Antler

A musty bell rang as they entered.

The tavern was dim. Flickering lanterns cast dancing shadows over crooked tables. Smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling, the smell of burnt wood and stale ale thick in the air. Some patrons mumbled, others drooled over empty mugs. A bard played a sad, off-tune melody in the corner.

Behind the bar, a one-eyed barkeep wiped a mug with a cloth that looked dirtier than the glass.

Ryan stayed close to Caelen, gaze constantly scanning. Veralia clung to Caelen’s arm like a cat in a den of dogs. Reina, poised and silent, stared down every face that turned their way.

They sat. Caelen ordered drinks. All drank — except Ryan, who declined quietly.

Veralia spotted two familiar faces near the window. "Garrox! Selene!"

The pair turned, surprised. Garrox — a muscular man with bronze skin and lion-like eyes — grinned and walked over. Selene followed, her braided blonde hair bouncing as she moved.

"Caelen!" Garrox said. "Heard you went to see the village head. How was it?"

Caelen grinned. "Warm welcome. Very... official."

Reina teased, "You two on a date?"

Garrox shrugged. "Kinda."

Selene elbowed him gently. Veralia giggled. "Oh come on, you’re married. There’s no shame."

"We’re not interrupting, are we?" Caelen asked.

Garrox grinned. "Not at all."

"Then drink!" Caelen declared.

Mugs clashed, drinks poured.

Garrox looked at Ryan. "Still refusing alcohol?"

"That’s just who he is," Caelen said with a smirk.

Garrox narrowed his eyes. "Not on my watch."

He shoved a mug toward Ryan. "Come on. Aren’t you a man?"

Ryan stared at the frothy mug. "I am."

"Then drink. That’s how real men prove it."

Ryan looked around. Veralia, Reina, and Selene were all drinking.

He blinked. "They’re drinking too. Are they men?"

The girls spat out their drinks at once.

"What?!" Veralia coughed.

Reina choked. "Ryan!"

Caelen burst out laughing, slamming his mug. "He got you there!"

Veralia wiped her mouth. "Bad, Ryan. Very bad!"

Ryan tilted his head. "My apologies."

Reina smirked dangerously. "Say that again, and I’ll cut your pretty face."

Ryan blinked, unfazed. "Understood."

Garrox howled with laughter. "You’re something else, Ryan!"

Eventually, Ryan lifted the mug and took a hesitant sip. His eyes squinted.

Garrox raised his mug. "Now that’s what I’m talking about!"

Drinks flowed. Jokes flew. The tension melted into laughter and slurred chatter.

After a while, Ryan dozed off at the table, head tilted, breathing soft.

Garrox stared. "Huh? He only had one mug!"

Caelen chuckled. "Guess he’s not built for alcohol."

They laughed again.

But Caelen’s smile faded.

"Garrox," he said, serious now. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"I need the names of the guards protecting the village."

Garrox blinked. "Why?"

Caelen leaned forward. "What if the bodies... were moved?"

Garrox’s expression shifted. "What bodies?"

Caelen spoke quietly. "The attack victims."

Garrox hissed, "Shhh!"

Caelen raised a brow. "Too loud?"

"Come with me."

He stood. Caelen tapped Ryan’s shoulder. The wolf-man stirred, then stood slowly.

They followed Garrox outside, turning down a shadowed alley.

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Behind The Broken Antler — Minutes Later

They followed Garrox through narrow paths, away from the chatter of the Broken Antler and into a more secluded part of the village. The further they walked, the quieter it became. Crickets chirped faintly in the distance, and the sun hung low, casting long shadows across the uneven ground.

Garrox led at the front, not saying a word.

Caelen glanced at Ryan, who silently nodded. Something felt... off.

After a while, Garrox took a sharp turn into a narrow alleyway.

A thick wall of smoke hit them instantly.

Caelen coughed. "Garrox?" he called out, squinting through the haze. "Ryan?"

No response.

His vision blurred. The smoke wasn’t just from a fire—there was something else in it. Something heavier. His head began to spin.

"Ryan...?" he said again, staggering forward.

Thud.

He froze. The sound of a body hitting the ground.

Caelen turned weakly in the direction of the sound, eyes stinging. "Ryan—was that you?"

Still nothing.

His legs gave way. He dropped to one knee, coughing harder now. His lungs burned, his strength fading with every breath.

"What the hell is... going on...?" he mumbled.

He collapsed forward, catching himself just before hitting the dirt. His vision was darkening. Drowsiness crept in like a tide pulling him under.

Then—footsteps.

Garrox stepped out from the smoke, looming over him. His face was shadowed, unreadable.

Caelen lifted a shaky hand toward him. "Why...?"

Garrox didn’t answer.

He just stood there... watching.

Caelen’s hand dropped.

As he turned his head weakly to the side, his eyes caught a glimpse of Ryan lying still on the ground—unconscious.

"Ryan..."

He barely had time to react before Garrox stepped forward and punched him—hard.

Pain exploded in his skull, and his body slumped. His thoughts scattered like dust in the wind.

As his eyes began to close, barely conscious, he heard Garrox’s voice:

"You should’ve just left the village... and minded your damn business."

Then—darkness.