Beastworld Bride: My Seven SSS-Rank Alpha Mates

Elara’s POV

Chapter 74: Finnian Hated Sweet Things

After exploring Glimmeraven Port, I made my way to the spacecraft repair district. My vessel still bore scars from that insectoid crash, and my fuel reserves were running dangerously low.

The transport pod whisked me up to the 80th level of the outer rim, where I found myself awestruck once more by the panoramic view.

A vast stellar ocean unfolded before me. From this vantage point, I could observe Glimmeraven Port’s other hemisphere—this artificial world, resembling a massive floating disc suspended in space. Even on my second encounter, the spectacle left me breathless.

Could this really be humanity’s technological destiny?

I craned my neck as the pod docked at an elite repair facility. An elderly gentleman called Quentin Wright welcomed me. Upon noticing I was a woman, he escorted me into an exclusive VIP suite. "Welcome, distinguished lady. What service can I provide today?"

"My vessel sustained damage," I explained. "I need comprehensive repairs, a thorough diagnostic, and fuel replenishment."

Quentin bobbed his head and rapidly scribbled my requirements. "Please make yourself comfortable here, miss. Just send me your ship’s coordinates, and I’ll dispatch someone to collect it immediately..."

"Don’t bother with that," I said. "Just press this button."

Quentin’s face went rigid.

A ring? Featuring a fox-shaped diamond?

This was...

Outsiders assumed this was merely an exclusive noble ornament, but he recognized its genuine significance.

He studied me on the couch, and his already-courteous manner became even more servile. "Please remain here, esteemed lady. I’ll personally examine your vessel at once."

Quentin stepped forward respectfully and accepted the ring from my palm.

The moment Quentin departed, refreshments and beverages appeared. A towering eight-tier confection display dominated the table. I even spotted those ultra-premium seafood delicacies from earlier transformed into pastries.

Truffle tartlets covered the serving tray, alongside adorable bear-shaped jam confections. I pierced one with a tiny fork—the taste matched its appearance perfectly.

Was this the lifestyle of wealthy socialites?

Count me in.

I messaged Petalprovidence: "This tastes incredible."

Tranquiltide responded: "Enjoying it?"

I typed back: "Absolutely." I attached an image of a duck waddling while contentedly munching.

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Finnian’s POV

I grinned at my display. I reclined on the couch, long legs folded, and preserved the image with a gentle finger swipe.

It was afternoon.

I then commanded: "Arrange daily delivery to the Voidferal Feral Territory starting now."

On Frostpeak World, Rory Fletcher was perplexed. He responded: "Mr. Foxglove, you... You’ve restored communications?"

His pulse quickened, fingers trembling. Rory pinched himself forcefully.

No doubt about it.

I typed: "Correct. Keep this confidential for the moment."

Rory answered: "Acknowledged."

Rory served as my personal security chief and aide—my most reliable companion since youth, an S-grade red fox beastman with unwavering devotion.

Despite his joy, Rory frowned in bewilderment because I despised sugary treats.

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Elara’s POV

While I indulged in snacks within the VIP suite, Quentin had gone to examine my spacecraft. When he returned some time later, his expression seemed different—more excited, almost nervous.

I had just consumed another bite of truffle tart when Quentin returned.

"Finished already?" I rose, slightly disappointed I hadn’t sampled more from the tower.

"Honored lady, the vessel is still undergoing repairs. I came to ask you something." Quentin fidgeted nervously with his hands.

I smiled inwardly—I already anticipated this conversation.

He’d discovered the items in my ship. And I’d actually intended to locate someone for business discussions anyway.

Perfect. I can bypass the complications.

"No need for formality. Speak openly." I settled back down and took another bite of tart.

It was afternoon.

Quentin beamed: "Then I’ll be straightforward."