IPUAVNP Chapter 75

Episode 75

 

It was late at night.

Normally, Brody would have been fast asleep, oblivious to the world, but tonight was different.

She awoke to the unfamiliar sensation of her mattress shifting beneath her, accompanied by creaking sounds that grew increasingly hard to ignore.

Still half-asleep, she frowned in irritation, groaning softly as she opened her eyes.

What she saw made her breath catch…

In the dim light, two faint blue orbs hovered before her.

At first, her blurry vision couldn’t make sense of them.

But as her sight cleared, she realized with a jolt that those glowing orbs weren’t objects—they were piercing, ice-cold eyes staring directly at her.

“!”

Hovering over her was an enormous figure, one so large it easily blanketed her small frame.

Dark hair spilled over his forehead, framing those eerily familiar blue eyes.

“…Kyle?”

It was Kyle. Without a doubt.

But something about him was off—very, very off.

The strangeness of his presence was unsettling enough, but what was more alarming was the wild, unhinged glint in his eyes.

His ragged breathing filled the small space between them as he loomed over her, his gaze fixed on her like that of a predator cornering its prey. His eyes held her captive, preventing her from even moving a finger.

“K-Kyle… What’s wrong with you?”

Overwhelmed with confusion and a creeping sense of dread, Brody instinctively reached out to push him away.

Her hand grasped his arm—the one supporting his weight above her—and she froze again.

He was burning up.

Kyle flinched at her touch, and his blue eyes, which had seemed to glow moments earlier, darkened abruptly.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his gaze intensifying.

Brody’s heart began pounding in her chest as the realization dawned.

The disheveled bedding. Her crumpled dress. Kyle’s massive frame pinning her down.

This wasn’t just strange. It was primal.

She had unknowingly roused a male caught in the throes of his instincts.

As the weight of this revelation hit her, Brody panicked.

She mustered all her strength to push him off. But it was too late.

Kyle suddenly dipped his head toward the exposed curve of her neck.

“Aah!”

Her scream pierced the air as his hot lips pressed against her neck. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

His warmth, the sheer pressure of his body holding her down, and the searing heat of his breath against her skin were overwhelming.

She thrashed against him, desperate to free herself, but his body, solid and immovable like a boulder, refused to budge.

“Kyle, stop! What are you doing?!”

The teasing, flirtatious Brody who had always tried to seduce him was nowhere to be found now.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears though as his massive hands slid to her waist, locking her in place.

Realizing she was truly at risk of being consumed, Brody summoned every ounce of strength she had and shoved him with all her might.

To her surprise, Kyle’s body finally gave way, tumbling to the side.

“Haah… haah…”

Gasping for air, Brody quickly pulled the blanket over herself, her face as red as an apple and her heart threatening to leap out of her chest.

She stared at Kyle, who now lay motionless on the bed, as if the intensity of the moment had never even occurred.

“What… what just happened?”

To her utter disbelief, Kyle had already fallen into a deep, steady sleep, his breathing calm and even.

It was as though the wild animal from moments ago had been nothing but a bad dream.

“…What the hell?”

Still trembling, Brody’s mind raced to make sense of it all.

Kyle Roden- the human fortress who had rebuffed her every advance-had pounced on her in his sleep like a mindless beast.

“Could it be… is he in heat?”

The thought was absurd.

Even among beastfolk, losing control to such an extent during mating seasons was rare.

Normally, they retained enough sense to keep their urges in check. So what on earth had triggered Kyle’s behavior?

As Brody wrestled with the mystery, another thought crept into her mind, one she had no choice but to confront.

“Why… did I reject him?”

She stared at her hands, which had so adamantly pushed him away.

“Why?”

The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed.

After all the effort she had put into seducing Kyle-and after being rejected countless times-she had just thrown away the one time he had willingly approached her.

The opportunity had been practically gift-wrapped, yet she had squandered it.

Brody let out a long sigh and flopped back onto the bed. Her heart was still pounding from the ordeal, and the sound echoed in her ears like a drum.

‘Kyle, is it really okay for me to stay here with you?’

She thought about all the brazen things she had said to him before, how confidently she had pretended to know what she was doing. But when faced with the real thing, she had crumbled.

Brody buried herself under the blanket, thrashing in frustration.

It was now clear to her-Kyle’s repeated rejections had emboldened her, giving her a false sense of security.

She had acted recklessly, believing he would never actually give in. But tonight, when he did, she realized the truth.

Despite all her bold words and teasing, she was just as inexperienced as he was.

The realization burned her with embarrassment, and she couldn’t stop herself from squirming under the covers.

 

***

 

What a strange dream this had been.

When morning came, Kyle woke up with a pounding headache, unable to get out of bed.

Normally, he would’ve been up in an instant, but not today. The dream he had last night had been so bizarre that it left him dazed and disoriented.

In the dream, Kyle had tossed and turned, unable to sleep due to an intense heat coursing through his body.

The air around him wasn’t warm, yet his temperature kept rising.

The scent of a lingering candle mixed with another unfamiliar aroma made its way into his nose and the more he breathed it in, the more his body seemed to heat up, almost as if it were responding to some primal instinct.

He had experienced something similar once before—during his first mating cycle.

Back then, his body had also burned like it was on fire, consumed by uncontrollable urges.

But that was a long time ago, and since then, Kyle had hardly noticed his cycles, often ignoring them entirely. Yet now, his body felt as though it had regressed to that very first time, running wild without his control.

And the scent.

That inexplicable aroma mixed with the candle’s fragrance grew stronger, filling him with an unbearable thirst.

It wasn’t just his body that burned; his mind felt muddled, as though his rationality were melting away.

Unable to think straight, Kyle got up and followed the scent, instinctively lifting the blanket and climbing onto the source of the aroma.

It was only when he realized that the person beneath him was Brody that the truth hit him like a freight train.

The scent that had driven him to this state belonged to her.

Deep down, a voice screamed at him to snap out of it, pounding relentlessly in his head. But his reason had already unraveled.

Kyle’s wild gaze took in Brody’s face, her delicate features framed by silky silver hair spilling across the pillow. Her flushed cheeks, slender neck, and the subtle rise and fall of her chest with each breath—all of it mesmerized him, flooding his senses.

As he stared at her, Brody’s eyes fluttered open, meeting his.

At that moment, when her hand reached out to touch his arm, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

He lowered his head toward her neck—and then the dream abruptly ended.

Kyle woke up, his mind reeling. The dream was so vivid it felt like it had actually happened. The sheer clarity of it made his head pound harder.

Even if it was a dream, the thought of doing such a thing to Brody left him utterly shaken.

How could he entertain such a thought about her—someone he had always found insufferable?

Yes, it was an unspeakable, shameful desire. And at the same time, it was also a dangerous feeling he shouldn’t have had.

Kyle clenched his fists, trying to shake off the dream as he pressed his hands to his temples. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to get up and glanced to his side out of habit.

“Huh…?”

His eyes widened. The spot where Brody should’ve been lying was empty.

Before panic could set in, the bathroom door opened, and Brody emerged, walking briskly toward the room.

“Oh, you’re awake?”

She said casually, already dressed in her robe after washing up.

This was unusual.

Normally, she’d stay in bed until Kyle got up, fidgeting beside him. Today, however, she was up early and acting oddly reserved.

Kyle noticed her behavior as she avoided looking at him directly, her movements stiff and awkward.

Is she just being sensitive because of a dream, too?

Maybe. After all, even though it was just a dream, Kyle couldn’t shake the guilt he felt, as if he’d committed some unspeakable crime. He found himself unable to meet her gaze.

Clearing his throat, Kyle rose from the bed, pretending nothing was amiss as he made his way to the bathroom.

He tried to act as natural as possible, though his movements betrayed a slight stiffness.

As the bathroom door closed behind him, Brody stared at it, her expression blank with disbelief.

“Wait… does he seriously not remember anything from last night?”

She muttered.

The thought that Kyle seemed entirely unaffected—or oblivious—to what had happened left her feeling completely bewildered.

I know you all have been waiting for this chapter 😏

Thank you Amy for the kofi! At this rate the whole novel will be unlocked very soon 😂