My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 191: No stopping

Cain felt the moment slip out of his control the instant Faith’s voice steadied and her acceptance settled into the air like a final decision that could not be taken back. It was no longer just a heated argument, no longer something that could be brushed aside with a few careful words or a forced change of topic. It had become real. Structured. Watched. Judged. And that made it dangerous in a way that went far beyond raised voices and wounded pride.

His chest tightened.

This cannot happen.

The thought came fast, heavy, almost desperate in a way he refused to show on his face. His mind began to race, not in panic, but in calculation, searching for anything, any reason, any excuse that could pull them out of this before it went too far, before it turned into something that would leave consequences he could not undo.

"Wait."

He stepped forward, his voice firm, cutting into the space between them before the guards or the judges could say anything further, before Pam could respond, before Faith could push ahead.

"We’re rushing this."

He forced calm into his tone, even as his thoughts moved rapidly, weaving reason after reason, building something convincing enough to stop them.

"There are too many things we don’t understand yet."

His gaze moved between them, lingering for a moment on each face, trying to anchor them, trying to pull them back from the edge they were already stepping over.

"We just arrived. We don’t know the full situation. We don’t know why we were summoned, what’s expected of us, or what kind of consequences this might bring."

He turned slightly toward the guards, using their presence as part of his argument, as part of the weight behind his words.

"This isn’t just some personal matter anymore."

His voice lowered slightly, becoming more serious, more grounded.

"This involves the kingdom."

The word alone carried enough weight to pause most people, enough to remind them of where they stood, of what kind of place they were in.

"And if we turn this into a spectacle without understanding the rules, without knowing what we’re stepping into..."

He paused, letting the thought settle.

"...we could make things worse."

He looked at Faith.

Then at Ivira.

Then at Cornelia.

"You don’t need to prove anything right now."

His voice softened slightly, though the urgency remained.

"There’s no reason to let this escalate."

Then he looked at Pam.

"And you don’t need to push this."

He added, trying to keep his tone neutral, trying to avoid making it sound like he was taking sides, even though every instinct in him was telling him to end this as quickly as possible.

"We can settle this later."

He continued, layering his reasoning, building it piece by piece, hoping something would stick, hoping one of them would take the chance to step back.

"When things are clearer. When we understand more."

He exhaled slowly.

"There’s no need to rush into something like this without thinking it through."

For a moment, it almost felt like it might work.

The tension wavered.

Not gone.

But uncertain.

And then—

Pam smiled.

Soft.

Warm.

Completely at odds with the sharpness she had shown before.

"Cain..."

Her voice came out gently, almost affectionate, as if everything that had just happened had been nothing more than a misunderstanding, as if she wasn’t the one who had pushed things to this point.

"You’re still the same."

She took a step closer to him, her gaze softening in a way that would have seemed comforting to anyone who didn’t know better.

"Always trying to calm things down."

Her eyes lingered on him, and for a brief moment, there was something genuine there, something that came from memory, from familiarity, from a connection that refused to disappear even after everything that had changed.

"But I understand."

She continued, her voice lowering slightly, becoming more personal, more intimate.

"I really do."

Then—

Her gaze lifted.

And landed on the three sisters.

And everything in her expression changed.

Not harsh.

Not loud.

But certain.

"You’re only saying that because of the blood pact."

The words came out smoothly, without hesitation, without doubt, as if they were the most obvious truth in the world.

Cain’s breath caught.

Pam didn’t stop.

"It’s influencing you."

Her voice grew firmer, stronger, each word carrying more weight than the last.

"It’s making you think you feel something for them."

She looked back at him again, her expression softening once more.

"But that’s not real."

Her hand lifted slightly, as if she wanted to reach out, but stopped just short.

"That’s not you."

Her voice trembled faintly, but she pushed through it, her conviction overpowering everything else.

"I know you."

The words landed deeper than anything she had said before.

"I know how you think."

Her gaze didn’t waver.

"I know what you would choose."

Then, quietly, but with absolute certainty—

"And it’s not this."

Silence followed.

Heavy.

Uncomfortable.

Because her words weren’t just directed at the sisters anymore.

They were aimed at him.

At his identity.

At his will.

At everything he believed was still his own.

"I’ll save you."

Pam said softly, her voice filled with determination that did not need to be loud to be powerful.

"From all of this."

The air tightened again.

Faith stepped forward.

Slowly.

But with a presence that could not be ignored.

"No."

Her voice was not loud.

But it carried something far stronger than volume.

Certainty.

She looked at Pam directly, her eyes no longer filled with hesitation, no longer uncertain, no longer shaken.

"You’re wrong."

Pam’s gaze hardened slightly.

Faith continued, her voice gaining strength with every word.

"He’s not being controlled."

She took another step forward.

"He’s not being forced."

Her chest rose as she spoke, her emotions no longer hidden, no longer held back.

"And he doesn’t need you to save him."

Pam’s expression tightened.

Faith didn’t stop.

"Because he already chose."

The words hung in the air.

Sharp.

Clear.

Unavoidable.

Pam’s eyes narrowed.

"...Chose?"

Faith nodded.

"Yes."

Her voice softened slightly, but the strength behind it didn’t fade.

"He chose me."

The statement landed like a strike.

Pam’s composure cracked.

For the first time since this began, her emotions showed openly, her anger rising again, stronger than before, fueled by something deeper than pride.

"That’s a lie."

Her voice shook.

"You’re twisting things."

Faith shook her head.

"I don’t need to twist anything."

Her gaze remained steady.

"He’s always been like this."

Pam stepped forward.

"What do you mean by that?"

Faith’s expression softened slightly, but there was a warmth in it now, something that came from memory, from something she held onto tightly.

"He loved me."

The words came out naturally.

Without hesitation.

"Since I was young."

Pam froze.

For a second—

She didn’t speak.

Didn’t move.

And then—

Her anger exploded.

"You’re lying!"

Her voice rose, breaking through the tension like a crack of thunder, her control slipping completely now, her emotions spilling out without restraint.

"You’re just making things up to justify this!"

Faith’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"I don’t need to make anything up."

Her tone remained steady, even as Pam’s grew louder.

Pam shook her head violently.

"No."

Her voice trembled.

"No, that’s not true."

She stepped closer again, her gaze burning, her emotions overwhelming everything else.

"You think saying things like that will make it real?"

Her voice broke slightly.

"You think I’ll just believe you?"

Faith didn’t step back.

Didn’t flinch.

Because she believed what she was saying.

Because to her—

It was the truth.

Pam’s breathing grew heavier.

Her chest rising and falling rapidly as her thoughts spiraled, her emotions crashing into each other, anger and denial and something deeper mixing into something she could no longer control.

"You don’t get to take that from me."

She said, her voice lower now, but far more intense.

"You don’t get to rewrite everything."

Faith met her gaze without hesitation.

"I’m not rewriting anything."

Pam clenched her fists.

"Then prove it."

The challenge came out sharp, immediate, almost desperate.

Faith didn’t hesitate.

"I will."

Their eyes locked.

The tension between them reached a peak that felt like it could snap at any moment.

And then—

At the same time—

They spoke.

"Let’s do it now."