My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 105: Not Tamed

Zenaya stared at Cain as if she had misheard him.

The air between them felt thick, heavy with everything that had just happened, and yet his expression was so calm, so mildly curious, that for a moment she wondered whether she had imagined his last words.

"What did you say?" she asked slowly, her voice measured, her crimson eyes fixed on his face.

Cain tilted his head slightly, as though confused by her reaction. His dark hair fell over his brow, his lips forming a faint, harmless smile.

"I said," he replied, "what do you mean, Elder, about a tamed beast?"

The words were clear.

Plain.

As if he truly did not understand.

Zenaya’s heart gave a small, heavy thud inside her chest.

Not your tamed beast?

Her gaze drifted toward the owl standing beside him. The massive creature lowered its head slightly, its golden-red eyes calm, its wings folded neatly against its body. It stood so close to Cain that its feathers brushed against his shoulder. Every now and then it made a low sound in its throat, almost like a large dog waiting for praise.

It had obeyed his hand signal earlier.

It had flown when he gestured.

It had fought when he willed it.

It had stood down when he relaxed.

And now he was asking what she meant by tamed.

Zenaya slowly looked back at him.

"You expect me to believe," she said carefully, "that this beast is not yours?"

Cain shrugged.

"I found it while playing my harp," he said lightly. "It came closer. That’s all."

Zenaya’s eyes narrowed.

She could clearly see that the owl’s body moved in rhythm with Cain’s presence. When he shifted his weight, it adjusted slightly. When he breathed, it seemed to watch him with attention.

She stared at the owl again.

Then suddenly, in her mind, she heard Cain’s voice.

I, an Overgod Vampire, would tame a beast this lowly? What do you think of me, lady?

The tone was arrogant. Calm. Completely serious.

Zenaya blinked.

An Overgod?

Her gaze slowly returned to Cain.

An Overgod Vampire.

The word echoed in her mind.

It sounded grand.

Powerful.

Ancient.

But she had never heard of such a title. Among vampires there were many classifications, many ancient bloodlines, many hidden branches. But Overgod?

What is that?

She studied him more closely now. His posture was relaxed. His aura, on the surface, showed only the fifth stage of Blood Infusion. His mana flow was ordinary, even slightly weak compared to many elites.

Yet that beast had treated him as center.

She swallowed softly.

"Is it really not your tamed beast?" she asked again, her tone quieter now.

Cain nodded calmly.

"It is not."

Zenaya’s thoughts raced.

"If I ask you to command it," she said slowly, "will it obey?"

Cain blinked once.

In his head he muttered, Whatever, lady.

Aloud he said, "I can try."

He turned his head toward the owl.

"Roll over."

Zenaya’s eyes widened.

The owl stared at him for a second.

Then, without hesitation, the enormous creature lowered itself to the ground and rolled onto its side, its massive wings spreading awkwardly as it exposed its belly like a loyal dog begging for a rub.

The ground trembled as it completed the movement.

Zenaya stood frozen.

Cain scratched his chin.

"Stand up."

The owl rolled back and rose to its feet.

"Sit."

It sat.

"Flap once."

It flapped.

"Spin."

The owl awkwardly hopped in a half-circle, its huge body turning with surprising agility.

Zenaya’s mouth parted slightly.

"Again," she said.

Cain glanced at her, amused.

"You want more?"

"Yes."

Cain shrugged.

"Lie down."

The owl lay flat.

"Play dead."

It collapsed dramatically, its wings spread wide, its head tilted to the side with its tongue slightly out, looking absurdly obedient for a creature that had just crushed elite blood servants and brushed off her proudest attack.

Zenaya’s face flushed.

"Make it bark," she said.

Cain smirked faintly.

"Bark."

The owl let out a strange, deep sound that almost resembled a bark, though distorted by its size.

Zenaya stepped closer, her heels pressing into the soil.

"Tell it to crawl."

Cain lifted a brow.

"Crawl."

The owl lowered its body and dragged itself forward on its belly like a clumsy giant reptile.

"Jump."

It jumped.

"Bow."

It bowed its head low before Cain.

"Come here."

It shuffled closer to him and lowered its head near his hand.

Zenaya’s breathing grew uneven.

She had never seen a blood beast this powerful behave in such a way.

She took another step closer.

"Why," she demanded suddenly, "is it following your orders if it is not your beast?"

Cain blinked.

"Well," he said slowly, "maybe it likes my harp?"

"Impossible," she replied instantly.

Her eyes sharpened.

Without fear, she stepped toward the owl and placed her palm against its side again. This time her expression was far more serious.

She closed her eyes.

"Let me see," she murmured.

She sent a thin thread of her blood mana into its body once more, but this time she probed deeper, searching for any sign of a contract.

"Taming seals... there should be a core mark," she whispered. "A binding rune near the heart or embedded within the mana veins. A resonance signature... yes, I need to find that."

Her brows furrowed.

"No fluctuation of external control. No contract pattern."

She pressed her hand closer.

"Mana channels are stable. No foreign anchor."

She circled the owl slowly, her fingers brushing along its feathers, her senses scanning every layer of its existence.

"Check the spiritual layer," she muttered. "There must be a link."

She closed her eyes fully and extended her perception further.

Nothing.

No chain.

No mark.

No external tether.

"This is..." she breathed.

She stepped back slowly.

Her face was pale.

It was indeed an independent beast.

Completely independent.

Yet it obeyed Cain without hesitation.

She looked at him again, her voice lower now.

"Why are you not taming it?" she asked.

"It is a powerful blood beast," she continued, her tone almost urgent. "Do you understand how rare this is? With your talent, with its strength, you could form a bond and secure a companion that would protect you for life."

Cain gave a small laugh.

"Elder," he said, spreading his arms slightly, "look at me."

She did.

"I am only in the fifth stage of the Blood Infusion Realm. If I try to contain a beast that strong, won’t I get harmed?"

Zenaya’s brow knitted.

Does he mean the backlash from disparity?

If a blood vampire with insufficient mastery attempts to bind a beast far beyond their realm, the mana could reverse, injuring the weaker side.

That was true.

She studied the owl again.

What realm is it?

It evaded and resisted all my attacks. It brushed aside my decade-long technique.

It might even surpass me.

Then suddenly, she heard Cain’s inner voice again.

Heh. You want this Overgod to tame this weak beast? I would not even stew or drink its blood. It is too lowly.

Zenaya’s heart skipped violently.

Too lowly?

Her lips parted slightly.

She looked at the owl.

She looked at Cain.

Her mind struggled to reconcile the two.

The beast that humiliated her.

The beast that endured Noir.

Too lowly?

What... are you?

She felt a strange chill travel down her spine.

Cain, meanwhile, simply looked at her with a faint smile, as if none of this weighed on him at all.

Then he spoke casually.

"Elder," he said, tilting his head slightly, "would you like to tame it?"