Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311 

Outside the cave, Nyx was surrounded by the crowd. 

It was about time. She crouched down, ready to start teaching, when she spotted a familiar figure approaching. She stood up and waved. “Zayne.” 

Hearing that the shaman was back, everyone instinctively stepped aside, clearing a wide path for him. 

Nyx stood on her tiptoes to help him remove the basket, noticing it wasn’t full and had plenty of space left. 

“Why are you back so early?” She thought something was wrong with the basket and inspected it carefully. 

Zayne shook his head, holding the basket with one hand and wrapping the other around her waist in a protective gesture. The basket worked better than he had imagined. He had rushed back because he was worried about Nyx and Beau handling such a large crowd alone. 

Seeing the two of them embracing, everyone was stunned. The noisy scene fell silent, and no one spoke. 

The pure–hearted shaman appeared calm but was secretly tense, his ears turning red. 

Nyx was the most relaxed. She naturally leaned into her mate’s embrace, handing him the bamboo and bone knife to handle while she explained the steps verbally. 

Beau roamed around, answering questions. 

The three of them worked together, quickly teaching the first step of basket weaving. People practiced splitting bamboo with the stalks they had brought. 

“Tilt your wrist slightly.” Nyx noticed a male nearby and approached to offer a gentle reminder. 

He was doing well, but the bamboo was uneven, thicker on one side. Following her advice, he adjusted his grip and successfully split the bamboo into even halves. 

“It worked!” The male excitedly pumped his fist, then looked up and saw Nyx up close, his expression turning dazed. 

He had arrived late and had only glimpsed Nyx from a distance, not seeing her clearly. Now, faced with her beauty and her gentle reminder, his heart raced uncontrollably. 

Zayne coughed loudly. The male snapped out of it, embarrassed, and lowered his head. 

“H–Hello,” he stammered. “I’m Moria.” He was the chief’s son and Lila’s brother. 

Nyx didn’t recognize him, nor did she know his relationship with Lila. She nodded calmly. “I’m Nyx.” 

Then she moved on to the next person without lingering. Moria watched her leave, feeling a sense of loss. 

Suddenly, he heard familiar laughter. He looked up and saw Lila hiding in a tree. “Lila?” 

Nyx hadn’t gone far when she heard his call and turned to see a tabby cat hiding in the tree. It was chubby and solid–looking, 

Their eyes met, and the cat seemed startled, losing its footing and tumbling down with a yowl. Without thinking, Nyx rushed forward and caught the cat in her arms. 

“You’re so fat, yet you dare to climb trees?” She scolded playfully, patting the cat’s bottom. The feel of it was nice, so she patted it a few more times. Lila froze, her fur standing on end. 

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Chapter 311 

“Pro” Monia couldn’t help but laugh. Under his sister’s death glare, he stifled his laughter, covering his mouth, his stomach aching from holding it in. 

This idiot had said she wasn’t coming but had sneaked over and ended up in Nyx’s hands. 

Nyx had no idea the cat she was holding was Lila, who had taunted her just yesterday. She expertly cradled the cat, using both hands to pet it from head to tail. 

The cat purred, Lila couldn’t help but arch her back, exposing her belly, and let out an unusually sweet meow. 

Moria and the chieftain were speechless. Everyone stared in shock, utterly stunned. In the tribe, everyone knew Lila’s beast form 

She was not only the chieftain’s only daughter but also the only one among his children whose beast form wasn’t a wolf. Like her mother, she was a cat–a domineering and aloof tabby. 

At home, she was a little tyrant, and outside, she was cold and untouchable. No one could even get close to her. Yet now, she was purring under Nyx’s touch, 

Seeing this, the chieftain was dumbfounded, hardly believing his eyes. He began to doubt, unsure if this was his daughter. 

Watching Nyx engrossed in petting the cat, Zayne felt conflicted. He held back but finally couldn’t resist, grabbing Nyx’s wrist and pulling her hand onto himself. 

‘Stop petting the cat. Pet me instead, he thought. Whether the cat was wild or a Beastman, male or female, he couldn’t tolerate Nyx’s attention being diverted. 

The feel of his firm, warm muscles made Nyx’s heart flutter, and she stopped petting the cat.