Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse-Chapter 166: Jealous Victor

Lucan was still stretched out like he hadn’t just engineered the entire situation, like he hadn’t left her carrying him in a way that every single one of them had felt the moment they got close. His tail flicked once as they arrived, slow and lazy, like he had been expecting them and didn’t consider them a threat worth adjusting for.

Victor didn’t even acknowledge him that should of been the first warning. He moved past him instead, Felicity still half asleep against him, her fingers curled lightly into his shirt, her face tucked into his chest like she had no intention of letting go any time soon. She hadn’t woken properly, hadn’t processed anything, just stayed soft and warm and trusting in a way that made everything sharper for the men watching.

"Felicity," Victor said softly

She made a small sound, barely there, and shifted closer instead of pulling away.

Victor’s jaw tightened just slightly, he carried her further into her space, away from the others, away from Lucan, away from the tension that had followed them in like something physical.

Voss watched him go, then looked at Lucan "you did that on purpose," he said.

Lucan didn’t bother denying it, "yes."

Damien’s eyes didn’t leave him, "you left her like that."

Lucan’s gaze shifted lazily between them. "I left her comfortable."

Ivan’s voice was quieter, "you left her covered in your scent."

Lucan didn’t even manage to react to that.

Voss exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face "yeah that checks out."

The silence stretched after that, tight but controlled, none of them moving toward him, none of them escalating, but none of them letting it go either, because they all understood exactly what he had done.

When Victor came back, the shift was immediate.

Felicity was awake now not fully, not sharply, but enough that she was aware of where she was, aware of them, her eyes clearer even if her movements were still soft, but shes was happy.

Victor’s shirt hung off her frame like it belonged there, long sleeved and buttoned, the fabric falling down to mid thigh, loose in a way that made it more intimate instead of less. The top buttons were fastened just enough, the rest left as they were, the collar dipping slightly, exposing the line of her throat where faint traces still remained if you looked too closely.

And underneath the shirt were tiny shorts, barely visible Felicity tugged lightly at one of the sleeves, glancing between them with a small, mischievous smile. "I missed him so i stole it" she beamed.

Victor didn’t react to that.

Voss went still for half a second.

Then let out a quiet breath. "Yeah, that’s incredibly attractive, my turn tonight."

Ivan stepped closer again without thinking about it, his presence settling near her like it belonged there, his eyes moving over her quickly before pulling back, like he had to make the choice not to look longer.

Lucan watched all of it.

But enough that she hesitated slightly, her fingers brushing the edge of Victor’s sleeve again, grounding herself in something familiar. "What is it?" she asked softly.

Because the truth was nothing had gone wrong, they were just jealous, or surprised by how openly Lucan was challenging the order of things.

Voss finally exhaled. "Nothing."

It wasn’t convincing, Felicity blinked "what?"

Damien didn’t bother trying. "He made a statement."

Ivan’s voice came quieter. "You wouldn’t have noticed."

Lucan’s mouth curved faintly "She didn’t need to."

Felicity raised an eyebrow and just went to her supplies to get snacks for everyone, while dragging Damien along to help her.

Victor’s gaze shifted to him again and Lucan met it without hesitation because he wasn’t challenging them, he was showing them how he was going to do things and where he stood.

Victor didn’t respond immediately.

He didn’t look at Lucan when he spoke either, which somehow made it land harder, his gaze fixed instead on the space Felicity had just disappeared into, the soft rustle of movement, the quiet sound of her voice as she spoke to Damien somewhere just out of sight. "We don’t move her while she’s unstable," he said finally, his tone level, controlled in a way that made it clear the decision had already been made before the words were spoken.

Voss leaned back slightly, folding his arms, his eyes flicking once more toward Lucan before settling somewhere neutral. "She’s not unstable yet."

"She will be," Victor replied.

Lucan stood now, no longer stretched out, his presence shifting from lazy to something more aligned, more deliberate, though he still carried that same underlying ease like none of this unsettled him the way it did the others. "Then we hold here," he said, as if it was obvious. "Orange is quiet enough, and the surrounding area is thin. If anything moves, we’ll see it coming."

Victor’s eyes moved to him then "you don’t decide that."

Lucan didn’t react to the tone "I wasn’t deciding," he said calmly. "I was stating what’s already true."

The tension between them didn’t spike.

Voss exhaled quietly, dragging a hand through his hair again. "You two are exhausting."

Ivan didn’t join the little spat they were having, He had followed Felicity instead, stepping into the supply space where she had gone, his large frame lowering slightly as he crouched beside her without making it feel like he was looming. She had already started pulling things out, snacks, small containers, things she didn’t need but wanted to share anyway, her movements lighter now, more awake, though still soft around the edges.

Damien was already there, of course, he hadn’t resisted being dragged. He stood close enough to her that his presence was constant, his attention split between what she was doing and the space around them, watching without looking like he was watching.

"I want to do something fun," she said, her voice soft but bright, already stacking small trays beside her. "Like... something we can all eat together."

Damien crouched slightly lower, taking one of the containers from her before it tipped. "You always do that," he said quietly.

"What?" she asked, not looking up.

"Decide something and commit before anyone can question it."

She smiled at that, quick and easy. "It works."

Ivan huffed a quiet breath that might have been a laugh, his large hand steadying another stack she had built slightly too high. "It does."

She beamed slightly at that, clearly pleased, before turning back to what she was doing.

"OKAY," she said, pulling open another container, "we can do meat. Different kinds and veggies, we can cook it ourselves, like umm" she paused, thinking, then nodded decisively, "like a little barbecue, inside."

Damien’s gaze softened slightly "korean barbecue?" he asked.

Her eyes lit up instantly. "Yes! That’s exactly it."

Ivan shook his head slightly, but there was no disapproval in it. "Of course it is."

She started pulling out different cuts, arranging them without pattern but somehow still making it work, her movements quick, a little chaotic, but full of intention. Thin slices of marinated meat, thicker cuts, small bowls of vegetables, mushrooms, greens, things she didn’t need but wanted anyway.

Damien reached over her shoulder, adjusting one of the trays so it wouldn’t slide. "You’re going to feed all of us?"

She blinked at him like the question didn’t make sense. "Obviously., we need to have a welcome party!"

Ivan’s gaze lingered on her for a moment soft something close to fond "You don’t have to do that," he said.

She looked up at him then, properly this time, her expression shifting just slightly, something more serious threading through the softness. "I want to."

Felicity turned back to her work, humming quietly under her breath as she moved, reaching for things, adjusting, stacking, organizing in her own way, completely absorbed in it.

Between them, Damien and Ivan exchanged a glance.

Because outside the space everything was still unresolved, everything would be chaotic but she may not notice, hopefully.

Felicity bounced slightly as she stood, holding up a tray like she had accomplished something monumental. "Okay, this is going to be perfect."

Damien reached out automatically, steadying the tray before she could tilt it too far. "Careful."

"I am careful," she protested softly.

"You’re enthusiastic," Ivan corrected.

She smiled at that, didn’t even argue, because it was true, she felt safe, she felt like she could defend her self and she felt like she could defend them.

Felicity had underestimated how much she could carry.

That became obvious halfway through the second tray, when she tried to balance a stack of plates against one hip, hold two bowls of chopped vegetables in one hand, tuck a package of marinated meat against her side, and still somehow reach for another container with the determination of someone who refused to accept that she only had two arms.

Damien caught the first thing that started to slide before it hit the floor.

Ivan caught the second.

Felicity made a small offended sound, looked down at the wobbling arrangement in her arms, and then looked back up at them like they were somehow responsible for gravity.

"This is rude," she muttered.