Cyra and the rest arrived at their destination, unaware that someone was planning her demise.

    "We''re here," she announced to the crowd, and a wave of relief washed over them. Finally, they had arrived.

    Their bottoms were numb from sitting too long, and as they stretched their limbs, their eyes scanned the wide clearing—low-hanging, dried-up trees swaying gently in the wind. Confusion and doubt coloured their faces.

    "There''s nothing here," someone muttered.

    The murmur spread through the crowd of women. Even Viktor frowned, doubt flickering across his face.

    The land looked no different from the desert. Given the journey, he''d expected something more.

    "We''re in the West Oasis," Cyra declared. "A safe place in the desolate lands… well, not completely safe," she added as an afterthought, just in case someone grew too relaxed and ended up dead—then blamed her for it.

    "Use this and set camp." She pulled tents from her space and dropped them to the ground without another word.

    She didn''t care how they would divide them—she had something more important to do.

    She turned and strode toward Zane and Viktor. But both men, still fuming from her earlier actions, tried to ignore her and walk past.

    Cyra didn''t allow it. She wrapped her arms around their waists, halting them mid-step.

    "You''re still mad at me?" she cooed, her fingers brushing along their sides through their clothes.

    "I''m sorry, loves. I won''t dare do it again without telling you."

    Zane twitched at the touch, struggling out of her hold with a snort. His anger had mostly faded during the journey, but he was trying to stay annoyed, hoping she''d coax him more.

    Unfortunately, he had a pig teammate.

    "My heart was beating so fast… You have to feed from me so I can feel better," Viktor muttered, a flush colouring his cheeks as he leaned bonelessly into her. He blinked at her, determined to stay mad if she didn''t agree.

    Cyra chuckled. "Alright, tonight," she promised, biting his lip softly.

    Zane stared at Viktor with barely veiled contempt. "Useless," he muttered.

    Cyra heard him loud and clear—and her eyes sparkled with delight at his frustration. She leaned close, nipped at his earlobe, and whispered in a sultry tone that sent a shiver down his spine.

    "We''ll make love tonight."

    Viktor eyed them with curiosity. Whatever Cyra whispered had clearly short-circuited Zane''s brain.

    "Viktor, take me to your space. I need to wash up—I stink," she said bluntly.

    With one last glance at the busy women, the three disappeared into Viktor''s space.

    Inside, Cyra made a beeline for the bathroom. Viktor, meanwhile, dragged Zane aside with a mischievous glint in his eye.

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    Zane yanked his arm free and bolted. "Nothing!" he yelled, his voice unusually loud.

    Viktor clicked his tongue, watching him flee with narrowed eyes. "Suspicious."

    Then he turned to Pain, who was curled up on his wrist like it was a favourite pillow.

    "Hey, wake up. My wrist is numb," Viktor grumbled, poking Pain rudely.

    "Master… hiss…" Pain grumbled, drowsily slipping off his arm to find a better napping spot.

    Viktor rubbed his wrist, trying to get the blood flowing again. He had to prepare—Mistress would feed from him tonight. He sniffed himself. Definitely needed another bath.

    Humming happily, he skipped off to his room.

    ....

    Meanwhile, on Desire Island, Kyle sprawled across the couch, sighing for the fifth time in a row. Blue, perched on the armrest, meowed in frustration.

    The cat covered its ears with its paws. "Master, meow! Enough with the sighs! Just admit you miss your boss!"

    If Blue could curse, he would''ve done so by now—and maybe throttled Kyle into a coma.

    "What nonsense are you spewing? Who missed who?" Kyle shot to his feet, his voice spiking like someone had just stepped on his tail.

    A flicker of guilt flashed in his eyes, but he crushed it down, refusing to acknowledge his feelings—even if it killed him.

    ''''Yeah, yeah, deny it all you want, but keep quiet. I want to sleep," Blue muttered, hopping to the next couch and curling up.

    Kyle watched as Blue made a few satisfied meows before drifting off.

    But then his bracelet chimed with an alarm tone.

    Kyle''s expression hardened. Blue sensed the change and lazily rose from the couch. Sleep could wait.

    Kyle unzipped his suitcase and pulled out a black box. Placing his thumb on the surface, the device lit up. Several holographic screens bloomed into the air, along with a virtual keyboard.

    He sank into his seat and called Nicole.

    "Butler?" came her voice through the link.

    "There are intruders on the island," Kyle said sharply. "Stay on the line. I''ll send you their coordinates."

    His fingers flew across the keyboard as the blurry feeds sharpened. Masked figures emerged on-screen.

    After the last attack, surveillance sensors had been placed across the island. Any breach alerted Kyle or Cyra immediately.

    Nicole sprang to her feet and flashed out of her room, eyes blazing with anger—certain the same intruders who''d attacked the island before had returned.

    "Ten intruders, west side. All on foot," Kyle reported, sending a map with blinking dots to Nicole.

    Without replying, Nicole darted through the trees. The moonlight caught her figure as she blurred past.

    Kyle checked another feed—fifteen more were heading to the cave.

    He stood, stretched, and opened a second suitcase. His weapons gleamed cold and sharp under the moonlight.

    Shedding his butler uniform, Kyle linked the surveillance feeds to his bracelet, tied up his hair, and left with Blue at his heels.

    "Let''s kill some pests," he muttered darkly, planning to vent all his frustrations tonight.

    Blue let out a sharp meow as they reached the forest, his body expanding and shifting until he resembled the size of a tiger—sleek and powerful, with dark blue fur that shimmered under the moonlight.

    Blue stretched, adjusting to a size he hadn''t taken in a long time.

    In one fluid motion, Kyle climbed onto his back. "Go."

    At the command, Blue launched into the forest. Leaves rustled and scattered behind them as they leapt from tree to tree, heading straight toward their prey.