The World of Beasts: She's Got Their Hearts novel Chapter 84

Finlay's breathing clearly grew heavier, his face flushed as red as a monkey's backside.

"Ana…" he murmured.

He leaned in closer, clearly wanting a kiss. Analise's scent lingered in the air around him, making him feel like he might pass out from happiness.

Analise leaned down, pretending to kiss him.

Finlay's eyelashes fluttered, his gaze fixed intently on her soft, red lips.

"Alright, that's enough teasing. You know today's not the day." Her kiss landed lightly on the corner of his lips before she stood up and went to the bathroom to change.

Finlay nodded pitifully, feeling the lingering warm flush on his body.

Even after Analise returned, now fully dressed, Finlay still didn't dare meet her eyes. That moment from earlier had branded itself into his mind like a permanent memory.

"It looks like night's falling again," Analise said, glancing at the softening light outside the window.

Finlay didn't answer. His gaze was still locked on her, completely entranced.

There was a knock on the door, followed by Scott entering the room.

When he caught sight of Finlay's crimson face and ears, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't comment. He knew all too well that, at the moment, his position in Analise's heart couldn't compare to Finlay's.

"I thought since you slept most of the day, you might be bored by now. So, I borrowed a set of chess pieces from a fellow therian to help you pass the time," Scott said as he set down the box in his hand.

"Finlay, would you like to join us?" he asked with a polite smile.

"Sure," Finlay replied. The invitation was a welcome distraction—his flushed cheeks and ears gradually cooled.

…

Meanwhile, out in interstellar space, Ophir was drifting with the soul of the transmigrator Sean.

"Damn you, Sean! If I weren't minimizing my energy loss in this form right now, I'd kill you myself this very instant!"

Of course, he didn't dwell deeply on the matter.

He had assumed—just like in the novels—that he was the protagonist, the righteous chosen one.

But Ophir's missions had been anything but noble. Still, Sean had tried to rationalize it, thinking maybe he was given the role of a villain.

But this wasn't a novel.

Eventually, he discovered that the original soul of this world's Sean still existed. Worse yet—his soul had been forcibly stuffed into the original Sean's body by Ophir.

From that day on, he'd refused to complete any more missions. What followed was punishment in the form of electric shocks. Eventually, it developed into a routine…

Out of everything that had happened, there were two people he couldn't let go of: Sean and his mother.

She had known. She had realized the soul inside her son's body wasn't her son.

And even so, she let him go. Her only request was that her real son be allowed to live—even if it meant sharing the body with another soul.