My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 188: Challenge

The voice that had broken the suffocating tension lingered in the air for a moment, and for a brief second Cain thought it had come from someone else, someone outside, someone distant enough to pull them away from whatever invisible clash had just taken place.

But then he looked again.

And his thoughts paused.

Pam.

It was her.

She was the one who spoke.

The realization came with a strange mix of surprise and something far lighter, something almost relieving in a way he did not expect. Out of everything that had happened in the last few moments, from the overwhelming closeness of the three sisters to the invisible pressure that had filled the room, seeing a familiar figure from his past life grounded him, if only slightly.

"...Pam..."

The name formed quietly in his mind, and for a brief moment, his expression softened.

He was surprised.

But he was also... glad.

At least, glad enough to feel a sense of normalcy returning, even if it was only an illusion.

Meanwhile—

Pam was not feeling the same.

Not even close.

The moment her eyes landed on him, the moment she saw his current state, the way he was still surrounded, still held, still wrapped in the presence of those three women, something inside her snapped in a way that she did not bother to hide.

Her gaze hardened.

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

And her eyes—

Burned.

Those three sluts.

The thought came sharp, unforgiving, cutting through everything else in her mind.

Ivira.

Cornelia.

Faith.

She had heard those names before.

Many times.

From him.

From Cain.

In their last life.

The way he spoke about them.

The way those names carried weight.

Meaning.

Importance.

She remembered all of it.

And now—

They were here.

Not as distant names.

Not as passing mentions.

But as the ones holding him.

Touching him.

Looking at him like they belonged there.

Pam’s fingers curled slightly at her side.

To her—

There was only one explanation.

They didn’t deserve him.

None of them did.

Everything about this situation felt wrong in her eyes, twisted in a way that she refused to accept, and the only reason she could think of, the only thing that made sense, was the blood marriage pact that bound him to them.

That was the reason.

That had to be the reason.

Because otherwise—

Why would Cain be with them?

The silence between them stretched for a moment longer, heavy and uncomfortable, until finally, movement broke it.

They began to walk.

Together.

Out of the room.

The air between them remained tense, even without the invisible pressure from before, the kind of tension that did not need power to exist, because it was already rooted in something far more personal.

No one spoke at first.

Their footsteps echoed lightly as they moved through the hallway, each step measured, each presence aware of the others in a way that made the silence feel louder than any argument.

But it didn’t last.

Pam was the first to break it.

"...So."

Her voice came out light.

Too light.

The kind of tone that tried to sound harmless but carried something underneath.

"I didn’t expect you to end up like this, Cain."

Her gaze flicked toward the three women beside him, then back to him, her lips curving slightly.

"Surrounded."

The word lingered.

Ivira’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Cornelia’s expression remained calm.

Faith tilted her head, her gaze soft but attentive.

Pam continued.

"I guess things really do change."

Her tone remained casual, but her words carried weight, each one placed carefully, each one aimed.

Cornelia responded first, her voice steady.

"Some things do."

Ivira let out a quiet breath.

"And some things don’t."

Faith smiled faintly.

"...Like people who talk too much."

Pam’s smile twitched.

"...Oh?"

Her eyes sharpened slightly.

"I didn’t realize I was interrupting something important."

Ivira crossed her arms slightly as they walked, her voice calm but edged.

"You are."

Cornelia added without hesitation.

"But we’ll endure it."

Faith’s smile widened just a little.

"For now."

Pam let out a soft laugh, though there was no real amusement in it.

"How generous."

Her gaze lingered on them longer this time.

"Though I have to wonder..."

Her voice softened again.

"How exactly did you three manage to stay so... close to him?"

The question hung in the air, innocent on the surface, but carrying something much sharper underneath.

Ivira glanced at her briefly.

"We didn’t need to manage anything."

Cornelia continued.

"We belong here."

Faith finished.

"...Unlike some people."

Pam’s smile faded slightly.

But she didn’t stop.

"Oh, I see."

Her tone turned lighter again, almost playful.

"So that’s how it is."

She looked ahead for a moment before speaking again.

"Then I suppose the blood pact really is doing its job."

The words landed.

Clear.

Direct.

Ivira’s eyes sharpened.

Cornelia’s steps slowed slightly.

Faith’s gaze changed.

Pam continued walking as if nothing had happened.

"It must be nice," she added, her voice calm, "to have something like that forcing things into place."

Ivira’s voice came colder this time.

"Careful."

Cornelia’s tone followed.

"You’re speaking without understanding."

Faith’s voice softened again, but there was something beneath it now.

"...That’s dangerous."

Pam let out another quiet laugh.

"Oh, I understand enough."

Her eyes flicked toward Cain briefly.

"I know that without it, things wouldn’t be like this."

The tension rose again.

Not explosive.

But steady.

Growing.

And Cain—

Felt all of it.

Every word.

Every glance.

Every hidden meaning.

This girl...

His thoughts tightened.

She’s picking a fight.

The realization came easily.

Too easily.

And more importantly—

She was picking a fight with them.

His wives.

The word itself felt heavy.

Strange.

But real.

And in this life—

They stood above her.

Far above.

In status.

In power.

In everything.

So he stepped in.

"...That’s enough."

His voice cut through the conversation, not loud, but firm enough to interrupt the flow, his gaze moving toward Pam as he spoke.

"There’s no need to argue."

He tried to keep it simple.

Neutral.

Something that would end things before they escalated further.

But—

Pam misunderstood.

Completely.

Her eyes softened slightly when she looked at him.

Ah.

So that’s how it is.

He wants to avoid conflict.

Of course.

He always did.

And more importantly—

He doesn’t want them to notice.

The thought formed quickly in her mind.

He wants to leave them.

But he can’t.

Not openly.

Not yet.

So he’s holding back.

Her resolve strengthened.

I understand.

I’ll push harder.

Meanwhile—

The three sisters heard everything.

Not spoken.

But thought.

Every single word.

And their reactions—

Changed.

Their confidence grew.

Their expressions remained calm.

But their words—

Carried more weight now.

More bite.

More intent.

"Cain is right," Cornelia said calmly.

"There’s no need to argue with someone who doesn’t understand her place."

Ivira added without hesitation.

"It would be a waste of time."

Faith smiled softly.

"...We should be kind."

Pam’s lips tightened slightly.

Her voice lost some of its lightness.

"I didn’t realize kindness looked like this."

Cain felt it immediately.

The tension.

Rising again.

Faster this time.

Stronger.

He stepped in again, his voice coming out more quickly now.

"Pam, that’s not what they meant."

He tried to smooth things over.

"They’re just..."

He paused.

"...Speaking casually."

Pam’s eyes lit up slightly.

Yes.

That’s it.

He’s trying to defend me without making it obvious.

Her heart steadied.

Then I need to do more.

Cain felt something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Wait—

Why is this getting worse?

His thoughts raced again.

No.

No, this isn’t right.

He tried again.

"Let’s just focus on where we’re going."

Keep it simple.

End it.

Move on.

But it didn’t work.

Not at all.

Pam stepped closer.

Her voice sharper now.

"I am focused."

Her gaze moved toward the three sisters.

"On the problem."

Cain’s breath hitched slightly.

This is bad.

This is really bad.

He could feel it.

The pressure.

The tension.

Everything building again.

He needed to stop this.

Now.

"Pam—"

He started again, his voice more urgent this time, his thoughts scrambling for the right words, something that would cut through everything and end this before it got worse.

"There’s no problem."

He said firmly.

"This isn’t something you need to involve yourself in."

Pam’s expression changed.

Not softer.

Not calmer.

But more intense.

So he’s pushing me away.

Because of them.

Because he can’t act freely.

Good.

That means I need to push even harder.

Behind him—

Faith stopped walking.

Completely.

The air changed.

Again.

This time—

It wasn’t hidden.

It wasn’t restrained.

It burst out.

Raw.

Unfiltered.

And her voice—

Cut through everything.

"CAIN..."

The pressure rose.

"...IS..."

The ground seemed to tremble slightly under the weight of it.

"...ONLY..."

Her eyes burned.

"...MINE!!!"