My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 108: Faith Moonshade

Cain’s body locked in place the instant realization struck him.

His thoughts.

They were not on his own anymore.

They were heard!

For a split second, the world around him seemed to fall away. His crimson eyes widened, and then the color drained from them entirely, turning into a blank, endless white as if something ancient had surfaced from deep within his soul. The air around him thickened, pressing down with a weight that did not belong to this realm.

He felt something familiar but unfamiliar again.

His jaw tightened.

No.

Not again.

The white in his eyes flickered and then receded, replaced once more by the deep crimson glow that pulsed like blood under moonlight. He inhaled slowly, trying to steady the storm rising inside him.

Then he turned his head.

Zenaya and the owl lay collapsed on the ground.

For one terrifying moment, Cain’s heart clenched.

He rushed forward, kneeling beside them. His fingers brushed against Zenaya’s wrist first. Her pulse was steady, faint but stable. He exhaled quietly. Then he pressed his palm lightly against the owl’s feathered chest. The beast’s core was intact. Its breathing was slow but regular.

After a long pause, Cain murmured, "They are fine. Just unconscious."

Relief softened his shoulders, but confusion lingered in his eyes.

He did not realize.

He did not realize that his mind had been open.

He did not realize that Zenaya heard every stray thought that passed through him.

He assumed something else.

His gaze drifted upward toward the sky, toward the invisible ceiling of the world.

"So you are watching again," he whispered.

In his heart, he believed the Gods Above All had interfered once more. That oppressive gaze he had felt, that sudden surge within him, the Overgod aura that burst forth from the death spells etched into his very existence, he thought it had been triggered by them.

His lips pressed into a thin line.

When the white overtook his eyes earlier, the seal within him had cracked for a heartbeat. The Overgod aura had spilled out like poison from a broken vial. It was enough to suffocate mortals without him even meaning to.

He looked back at Zenaya.

"Maybe this is why they keep collapsing around me," he muttered under his breath. "Maybe I cannot control it yet."

He closed his eyes and drew a slow breath.

"I need to get through this," he said quietly. "And rest. I need to rest before this destroys my plans."

The forest was still.

Without another word, Cain’s body dissolved into a cloud of tiny crimson bats, each one glowing faintly under the fading light.

Immediately, they scattered into the air and flew into the distance, vanishing beyond the treetops.

...

High within the Moonshade family tower, in a chamber where silk curtains swayed gently in the breeze and moonlight spilled across polished stone floors, a girl stood before a tall mirror.

Her back faced the entrance.

Her skin was pale in a way that was not weak but refined, smooth as porcelain, glowing faintly under the silver light like the surface of calm water at night. Her posture was straight, her shoulders elegant, her waist slender beneath layers of dark fabric that clung to her form in graceful lines.

She lifted a comb and drew it slowly through her long black hair.

Each stroke was unhurried.

Her hair fell straight down her back like a waterfall of ink, glossy and flawless, reflecting the moonlight in soft waves. The movement was careful, almost ritualistic, as if she was grounding herself through the familiar motion.

Faith.

Her expression in the mirror was calm, yet her eyes carried something restless.

Why did he not greet me?

The thought surfaced again, uninvited.

For four years he had been distant. Four years of careful smiles, polite nods, and empty spaces where warmth once lingered.

What happened to him?

Where is he?

Her hand paused mid-stroke.

She did not know when it began, this ache in her chest. Perhaps it had always been there, hidden beneath pride and misunderstanding.

She wanted to see him.

She did not even understand why.

Before she could sink deeper into her thoughts, the door burst open with a loud bang.

"Madam! Madam!"

Faith’s reflection stiffened.

Danielle and Rica rushed in, their faces flushed and their breathing uneven.

"Something happened to Cain!" Danielle cried. "Something happened!"

The comb slipped slightly in Faith’s hand.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice steady despite the sudden chill that ran through her.

Rica stepped forward. "We met him near the entrance. He was injured. Bruised all over."

Faith’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous light flickering within them.

"Injured?" she repeated softly.

"Yes, Madam," Danielle said quickly. "Before we left, he found out something. We need to tell you."

Faith turned slowly, facing them fully now.

"What did he say?"

The two girls stepped closer, lowering their voices. They leaned toward Faith, whispering into her ear.

As the words reached her, her eyes widened.

"You are certain?" she asked.

They nodded.

"He really said that?" she pressed.

"Yes."

For a long moment, Faith stood still.

Then color flooded her face.

Her lips parted slightly, and her breath grew uneven.

"He said... he never..." Her voice trembled.

Danielle nodded again.

Faith’s knees weakened, and she reached out to steady herself against the table nearby.

Tears began to fall.

"I thought..." she whispered. "I thought he had fallen for my sisters."

Her voice cracked.

"I thought he liked Ivira. Or Cornelia."

Memories rushed through her mind.

The way Cain used to glance toward her sisters during gatherings. The way he would speak politely to them. The way he tried to get along with them after she herself had told him to do so.

"Try to get closer to them," she had said once, forcing a smile. "We are family. It would be better if you all understand each other."

She remembered the faint hurt in his eyes that day.

She misunderstood it as reluctance.

She thought he was reluctant to pursue her sisters because he was already drawn to them.

How foolish.

She remembered the nights she cried quietly, believing that she had been replaced in his heart by her own blood.

She remembered leaving the Moonshade family grounds in tears when she thought he had chosen to stay behind for Ivira.

She remembered the distance that grew between them, each of them too proud to explain.

Faith covered her mouth as a soft sob escaped her.

"It was my fault," she whispered. "I told him to get along with them. I pushed him away."

Danielle rushed forward and held her hand.

"Madam, you misunderstood him," she said gently. "He was trying to make you happy."

Rica nodded. "He thought if he got along with your sisters, you would not feel burdened."

Faith’s tears fell faster.

"He never wanted them?" she asked, her voice fragile.

"No," Danielle answered firmly. "He only ever wanted you."

Faith closed her eyes.

Images replayed in her mind.

Cain waiting outside her chamber door, only to leave when she refused to open it.

Cain standing silently during family banquets while whispers surrounded him.

Cain training alone in the courtyard at night.

She had thought he was trying to impress her sisters.

She had thought he was drifting away.

But what if...

What if he was simply enduring?

Faith let out a shaky laugh through her tears.

"I am so foolish," she murmured.

Danielle squeezed her hand. "You suffered too much, Madam."

Rica’s eyes glistened. "We saw you cry after leaving the family estate. We saw you lock yourself in your room."

Faith remembered those nights vividly.

She would sit by the window, staring at the moon, wondering why he did not come.

Then she would remember telling him to get close to her sisters.

She would imagine him laughing with Ivira.

She would imagine Cornelia smiling at him.

Each thought cut deeper than the last.

And yet she never asked him directly.

Pride held her back.

Fear held her back.

Danielle’s voice trembled. "You thought he did not love you anymore."

Rica nodded. "You thought you were no longer special to him."

Faith wiped her tears with trembling fingers.

"And he endured it all," she whispered.

The realization warmed her chest and burned at the same time.

She straightened slowly.

A faint smile appeared on her lips.

Under the moonlight, her pale skin glowed even more, her dark eyes shining with a new softness that made her look like a noble vampire lady stepping out from a painting.

"Cain," she whispered his name as if tasting it after a long time.

"Cain, Cain, Cain."

Her voice was gentle, filled with affection.

"So you were trying to make me happy."

She laughed softly.

"I want to see you again."

Danielle and Rica stepped closer, each taking one of her hands. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Madam," Danielle said warmly, "you suffered in silence for four years."

"You cried when you left the Moonshade family," Rica added. "You thought he stayed behind to pursue Ivira and Cornelia."

Faith shook her head slowly.

"I remember that day," she said. "I walked away without looking back. I thought if I turned, I would see him holding someone else’s hand."

Her chest tightened at the memory.

"I thought he chose them."

Danielle’s grip tightened. "He did not."

Rica nodded firmly. "He never did."

Faith took a deep breath, steadying herself.

"I will speak to him," she said at last. "No more misunderstandings."

Hope flickered in her eyes, fragile but bright.

The three women stood together in the quiet chamber, hands clasped, hearts heavy yet lighter than before.

And then—

A bell rang.

Clear.

Deep.

Resonant.

The sound echoed through the tower, cutting through their fragile moment like a blade.

All three froze.

The bell rang again.