Splendid Lunch

The cool night breeze swept across the quiet hills, offering a soothing comfort under the moonlight. Its soft glow illuminated the ground below, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

Xavier sat silently, watching Lula as she hugged her knees to her chest, cradling herself. Her head rested on one arm as her gaze remained fixed on the twinkling stars above. He could feel the weight of her emotions.

"I've never been so far from home," Lula finally said, her voice soft and distant. "Everything here is so different."

Xavier listened, understanding the unease in her words. She needed reassurance—whether she was safe here or would have to fend for herself. He remained quiet for a moment, pondering how to comfort her. Finally, he decided to take the first step in helping her see her worth.

"The first time we met wasn't how I imagined it," he began, his tone calm yet sincere. "But I'm happy you're here. And someday, I hope you'll understand how much that means to me."

Lula turned to look at him, surprised by his words. For the first time, she truly examined Xavier. His gaze, once intimidating, now seemed soft and filled with kindness.

"How did you know I would come?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Xavier hesitated, then explained. He spoke of the bond beastmen shared with their mates, an unshakable connection that guided him to her. He revealed how, over the years, other females had pursued him, but he remained indifferent, certain his true mate was still out there. His rejection of others had even led to whispers within his family about potential flaws in his manhood.

"Let's rest," Xavier said finally, noticing her drooping eyelids.

Before she could protest, he lifted her gently and carried her to her straw bed. She yawned, her exhaustion evident, but as she began to drift off, her curiosity lingered.

"You still haven't told me how," she murmured sleepily.

Xavier chuckled softly. "I've fallen for you, Lula Rosewood," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before retreating to his room.

**Morning**

Sunlight streamed into Lula's room, warming her beneath the quilt. She stretched lazily and yawned.

"What time is it?" she murmured, rubbing her eyes.

The room felt humid, prompting her to tidy up her straw bed and prepare for the day. She followed the sounds of water splashing and found Maya outside, bent over a basin, washing dishes.

"Ms. Thorne, can I help?" Lula offered.

Maya jumped slightly but quickly smiled. "Oh, it's you, dear! Please, call me Maya. I nearly forgot you were here. I'm preparing lunch to take with me. You can start by washing the vegetables."

Grateful for something to occupy her mind, Lula set to work. Maya explained how to fetch a fresh batch of water from the well. Once the water was brought back, they worked together—Maya cooking steaks while Lula prepared vegetables. Despite her clumsy handling, Maya remained patient, guiding her through each step.

When the food was almost ready, Maya handed Lula a bowl of porridge. "I just realised Xavier saved a portion for you," she said apologetically.

Blushing, Lula accepted it and sat quietly on the floor to eat. Maya gently reminded her of the importance of breakfast, making her feel cared for in this unfamiliar home.

After lunch was packed, Maya explained their plan to explore the area while delivering meals. She handed Lula a woven straw hat and sturdy slippers, both skillfully crafted. Lula admired the craftsmanship, thinking how much her mother would appreciate such skill.

The day grew hotter as the sun rose higher. Sweat began to bead on Lula's brow, and her throat felt parched. Maya had been fanning herself for some time when she gestured toward a shaded path off their route.

"Over here, dear," Maya called, veering toward the trees.

Lula followed, stepping carefully over roots and branches. When the foliage opened up, she gasped. A serene lake stretched out before her, its surface glittering under the sunlight. Overcome with thirst, she hurried to the edge, kneeling to cup the cool water in her hands. The refreshing sensation soothed her dry throat.

As she took another sip, a voice broke the silence.

"Well, well, who is this beautiful female?"

Lula froze, her heart skipping a beat as she spun toward the source of the voice, eyes wide with alarm.