My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 50: Jealousy

Cain would swallow his saliva, his throat dry as if every drop of blood inside him had momentarily forgotten how to flow. His body felt heavy, not from wounds or exhaustion, but from the invisible pressure of choice.

If he said no now, even a fool would notice something was wrong.

Cornelia was not a fool. She never had been. So he had no other option but to stand there, stiff, letting the moment crawl forward like an executioner taking his time.

He realized, with an unpleasant clarity, that even in his past life, she had always wanted him to change. Maybe he had misunderstood her all along.

The memories he carried, the irritation, the arguments, the sharp words exchanged in blood-lit halls, all of them twisted under a new light.

The reason she had kept defending Cedrick and the Vanguard was not because she valued them over Cain. It was because Cain, back then, had been a jealous mess, suspicious of every shadow and every conversation that did not include him.

As an Overgod who once drowned in worship and desire, that kind of jealousy was ridiculous. Pathetic, even. Bad courting. Truly bad courting.

Cornelia leaned closer.

Cain felt it before he saw it.

The warmth of her presence, the faint scent of night flowers mixed with blood essence, the soft rustle of her dress as she moved. Her eyes were calm, but there was a tension beneath them, a quiet resolve that made his chest tighten.

"So," she said softly, her voice low enough that it brushed against his ears like a secret. "You are not going to pull away this time?"

Cain opened his mouth. No sound came out.

Her lips were close now. Too close.

From the corner of his vision, he could feel Sevette watching.

Sevette Moonshade stood a short distance away, her arms folded loosely, her silver hair falling over one shoulder.

At first glance, her expression was gentle, even amused, but everyone knew better. Sevette never missed anything. Her red eyes glittered faintly as she observed the space between Cain and Cornelia shrink.

"Oh my," Sevette said with a light laugh, breaking the silence just enough to sting. "How sweet. Truly. I was wondering when the two of you would stop circling each other like wounded bats."

Cornelia paused, her lips hovering just short of Cain’s. She turned her head slightly, her gaze flicking toward Sevette.

"This is not what it looks like," Cornelia said, though her tone lacked conviction.

Sevette smiled wider. "That is exactly what people say when it is precisely what it looks like."

Cain felt his spine stiffen. He braced himself for mockery, or worse, disapproval.

Instead, Sevette clasped her hands together, eyes shining with something close to delight. "It warms my heart, really. Love should be cherished, especially among our kind. We vampires endure for centuries. Without love, pride, and law, we rot from the inside."

Cornelia straightened, stepping back half a pace, her cheeks faintly flushed. Cain released a breath he did not realize he had been holding.

Sevette’s expression softened, but her voice shifted, gaining weight.

"However," she continued, "family law is family law."

The words landed like a stone dropped into still water.

The blood guards at the gate stood straighter. The air itself seemed to grow colder.

Sevette walked closer, her steps unhurried, every movement carrying the grace of someone born into power. "The Moonshade family has endured since the first crimson moon rose over this land. Do you know why?"

Cain shook his head slowly.

"Because we obey our laws," Sevette said. "Not when it is convenient. Not when it feels good. Always."

She gestured toward the towering black gates behind the guards. "Those gates do not open for affection. They do not open for desire. They open for bloodline, authority, and rightful standing."

Cornelia frowned. "Sevette, surely—"

"No," Sevette interrupted gently, but firmly. "You know this as well as I do, Cornelia. The Moonshade laws exist to protect us from chaos. Without them, noble blood would be diluted, alliances would crumble, and every jealous impulse would turn into civil war."

Cain listened in silence, nodding where he had to, though his mind drifted for a moment as relief washed over him. He was thankful. Truly thankful. This beautiful woman standing in front of him was, without question, dangerous to his plans.

As Sevette continued explaining the importance of the Moonshade family law, Cain’s gaze betrayed him.

He checked her out, carefully, subtly, like a criminal stealing glances.

Sevette’s posture was elegant, her waist narrow, her legs long and powerful beneath her dress. His mind wandered.

Hmm. Her thighs are big. Not bigger than the three sisters I married, but still... enough to carry at least three hundred vampire eggs.

The thought had barely formed when the temperature dropped.

Cain stiffened.

Cornelia’s face turned red. Not the soft blush of embarrassment, but the sharp, burning flush of fury. Her eyes darkened, her lips pressing into a thin line.

This bastard! she cursed inwardly. You already have wives, and you still dare to think about other women?

Before Cain could react, Cornelia grabbed him by the ear.

"Ow—!"

She pinched hard, twisting his ear and yanking him down toward her. Cain, Overgod of blood and time, found himself bent forward like a scolded child.

She leaned close, her breath hot against his cheek as she whispered through clenched teeth, "You are not allowed to look at other women. Do you understand?"

Cain froze.

Sevette blinked. Then laughed.

"Oh dear," Sevette said, covering her mouth. "I suppose that answers some questions."

Cain was speechless. Completely.

This woman.

His heart pounded violently as panic flooded his veins. He knew this feeling. He had seen it countless times across eras and worlds. Jealousy.

Which meant—

It means she has feelings for me.

His mind screamed.

What the hell? No way. No way. This cannot be happening.

How was he supposed to make her hate him if she was already pulling his ear in public?

Cornelia released him with a sharp huff, crossing her arms. "Focus," she snapped.

Cain nodded frantically, rubbing his ear.

That was when footsteps echoed from behind the gate.

Slow. Measured. Heavy with authority.

The blood guards immediately turned, their expressions shifting. In unison, they dropped to one knee.

"Young Master Vance," they said.

Cain turned.

The man approaching was unmistakably vampire nobility.

He wore a dark crimson coat lined with silver thread, the emblem of a Viscount family embroidered over his heart. His hair was jet black, pulled back neatly, revealing sharp features and calm, calculating eyes. His skin was pale even by vampire standards, and the faint pressure of his aura pressed down on the surroundings, not aggressive, but dominant.

Although Cain himself held the status of nobility, the air around this man was different. Higher. Sharper. Like a blade that had never known rust.

Vance stopped beside Sevette and inclined his head slightly. "Sevette."

She smiled, genuine this time. "You’re early."

"I was concerned," Vance replied, his gaze flicking briefly toward Cain and Cornelia. "What is happening here?"

One of the blood guards spoke quickly, respectfully. "Madam Cornelia insisted that Cain enter the inner grounds despite lacking clearance under family law."

Vance listened without expression. When the guard finished, he simply nodded.

"I see."

He turned to Sevette and offered his right hand. "Shall we?"

Sevette took it without hesitation.

Cain’s mind snapped into focus.

Wait.

Something clicked.

Vance. Viscount family. Not married yet.

Then why—

"Wait!" Cain shouted.

Everyone froze.

Vance turned his head slowly, eyes settling on Cain with mild curiosity.

Cain swallowed, heart racing, then pointed. "Why is he allowed to go inside?"