Page 51 of Her Possessive Minotaurs

The battlefield is a storm of chaos, but amidst the blood and fury we find a rhythm. Laia’s arrows whiz past me, each one finding its mark with unerring precision. I swing my axe in wide arcs, cleaving through dark elves who dare approach her. Our movements are seamless and instinctive—two parts of a whole.

Between breaths and swings, Laia glances at me, a wild smile on her lips. “I might be going crazy,” she yells over the battle’s roar, “but I think you three are even hotter when you’re savage like this.”

Her words send a thrill through me, and despite the chaos around us, I chuckle. My blood pounds in my ears, the exhilaration of the fight surging through my veins. “Is that so?” I tease back, swinging my axe and sending another dark elf crumpling to the ground. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Laia’s laugh is bright and fierce, cutting through the din of battle like a blade. Her confidence fuels my own, and together we push forward, cutting down anyone who stands in our way.

Laia grins back at me, her face flushed with the thrill of the fight. "And... I kind of like the feel of their blood on my skin,” she adds, her voice almost breathless. “It’s… exhilarating.”

My chest tightens with pride—not just for her skill, but for the raw courage she’s showing. She’s no longer the frightened girl from when we first met. She’s a warrior, fighting alongside me. I can see the transformation in her eyes—the fire that wasn’t there before. It’s a fire that matches my own.

An hour later, the battlefield is silent except for the crackling of flames as we set the dark elf camp ablaze. The bodies of our enemies litter the ground, a grim testament to our victory. The air is thick with smoke and the pungent scent of burning flesh. But amidst this carnage, there’s a strange sense of peace—a quiet that speaks of survival.

I glance at Laia, her chest heaving as she wipes dark elf blood from her cheek. Her hair is matted with sweat and grime, and her clothes are torn and stained. Yet she stands tall, unbroken, a fierce determination still burning in her eyes.

As we walk through the smoldering wreckage of the camp, I feel a surge of satisfaction wash over me. We fought together. We survived together.

Thalos strides ahead, his shoulders squared and his expression one of grim satisfaction. Irix limps slightly but wears a triumphant grin despite his injuries. Laia stays close to me, her presence a comforting reminder of what we’ve accomplished.

“We did it,” she whispers, almost to herself.

I nod, feeling the weight of our victory settle around us like a mantle. “Yes, we did.”

Together.

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37

LAIA

The night hums with life, the flicker of flames casting a warm, golden glow over our camp. The tension of battle has melted away, replaced by a sense of triumph and camaraderie. I sit by the fire, a mug of ale warming my hands, my body still humming with the aftermath of the fight.

We’re celebrating our victory against the dark elves.

Irix throws back his head, laughing at something Thalos said. His laughter is deep and hearty, a sound that resonates through the night air. Thalos smirks, his usually stern face softened by the victory and the ale.

Kael leans against a tree, his eyes soft as they find me across the flames. There's something tender in his gaze, something that makes my heart flutter in my chest. I lift my mug to him in a silent toast, and he smiles in return.

The minotaurs have shown me their way of celebrating—with food, drink, and music. Kael begins to play a stringed instrument, the melody rough but vibrant. The notes are wild and free, much like him.

As I listen, I feel a tug in my heart, something wild and free stirring within me. This moment feels surreal—like I'm finallypart of something bigger than myself. The fear and uncertainty that once gripped me seem like distant memories now.

Irix catches my eye and raises his mug in a playful salute. "To our warrior Laia," he declares, his voice booming over the crackling fire. "Who fights like one of us."

Thalos nods in agreement, his dark eyes glinting with approval. "You did well today," he says simply, but there's a depth to his words that warms me more than the fire ever could.

Kael's melody shifts into something softer, more intimate. The music wraps around us like a comforting embrace, binding us together in this shared moment of peace.

I take a sip of my ale, savoring the warmth that spreads through me. I allow myself to relax—to truly feel safe and at home.

As Kael's music fills the night air and Irix's laughter mingles with Thalos's quiet approval, I realize that this is what I've been searching for all along—a place where I belong.

A grin tugs at my lips as I stand, the firelight dancing in my eyes. “Show me how you celebrate,” I say, my voice teasing, but there’s an underlying challenge in my tone.

Irix’s eyes glint with mischief as he stands, towering over me. “You want to see how we celebrate? You’ll have to keep up, little one.”

My laughter rings out as I move to the center of the clearing, the music picking up pace. My body moves instinctively, swaying to the rhythm; my movements are fluid and graceful. The melody wraps around me, pulling me into its wild embrace.

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