My Sister Wanted The God, I Got The Beast In Bed Chapter 02

My Sister Wanted The God, I Got The Beast In Bed Chapter 02

The wedding processions arrived at dawn, and the Serpent Clan didn’t do anything halfway.

On the left marched a column of black-armored guards flanking a carriage forged from dark gold — lightless, heavy, radiating menace. That was Gideon’s.

On the right danced a troupe of musicians in crimson silk, surrounding a flower-draped carriage, filling the road with bright, lilting music. That was Julian’s.

Valerie’s dark wedding gown made her look more ready for a funeral than her own wedding. She made a beeline for the black carriage.

She couldn’t resist one last dig on her way past. “Look at that tacky little flower cart they gave you, Flora. No presence at all. My husband’s carriage, though? Now that’s what power looks like.”

I didn’t bother responding and walked straight to the flower palanquin.

The curtain drew back, and a slender hand reached out toward me. Behind it stood a man in crimson wedding robes, a smile warming his whole face and crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“Careful now, darling. Watch your step.” His voice was light and clear — cool water over smooth stones.

I slipped my hand into his. Warm. His skin was actually warm.

Not like Gideon. In my first life, I’d reached for his hand on our wedding day and nearly recoiled — his touch had been cold enough to send a shiver straight through my bones.

Julian didn’t let go right away. His fingers curled around mine and gave a gentle squeeze.

“Your hands are so soft,” he murmured, leaning closer. He smelled of the outdoors — fresh pine and sun-warmed earth.

I finally found the nerve to look at him properly. Sharp brows, dark lashes, a clean, fine-cut face. But it was his eyes that held me — bright and shifting, warm with something I couldn’t quite name.

Devastating. The man was absolutely devastating. No wonder Valerie used to say her husband’s only real talent was making people lose their minds.

Heat rushed to my face, and my rabbit ears popped straight up before I could stop them, twitching twice. Julian’s grin widened.

“Your ears,” he said softly. “Adorable.”

Across the road, Valerie had already climbed into the black carriage. Gideon hadn’t shown his face, hadn’t even offered her a hand.

The only thing that came from inside was a voice like cracking ice.

“Sit still once you’re in. Don’t fidget.”

Even from where I stood, the sound sent a chill crawling up my spine. Valerie’s smile stiffened, but she wrestled the smugness back into place within a breath.

She was probably telling herself it didn’t matter. Divine lords were cold by nature — everyone knew that. A little frost now was nothing compared to the glory waiting at the end.

The processions split. Valerie’s carriage climbed toward Obsidian Crest, the highest peak of the Serpent Clan territory. Mine wound downhill to Peach Blossom Vale, tucked at the foot of the mountain.

Julian’s home couldn’t match Obsidian Crest for grandeur, but it had something better — charm. The courtyard overflowed with peach blossoms, and off to one side sat a little vegetable garden, lush and green. I spotted rows of carrots — my favorite.

“I owe you an apology, darling.” Julian led me through the doors of the wedding chamber. “My power isn’t strong enough to hold a residence higher up the mountain. I’m afraid you’re stuck with all this damp air down here.”

Guilt threaded through every word. I shook my head, taking in the room — red candles flickering on every surface, silk hangings, the whole space glowing with warmth.

“You don’t owe me anything,” I said. “I love it here.”

I was a rabbit. Green earth and soft soil felt like home in a way bare stone never could. Obsidian Crest was nothing but rock — not a blade of grass in sight. In my first life, I’d nearly suffocated up there.

“Are you hungry?” Julian asked.

Like a street magician pulling a coin from thin air, he produced a carrot from his coat pocket — an incredibly rare one, perfectly cleaned, practically humming with pure magic. “I dug this up in the back mountains a few days ago,” he said. “Crisp, sweet, and juicy — just for you.”

My eyes went wide. I grabbed it and bit down. Sweet — impossibly sweet. Juice burst across my tongue, and a current of grounding magic rushed down my throat and hummed through every vein.

Julian watched me eat with a look so tender it almost hurt to meet. “No rush,” he said quietly. “There’s plenty more. You’ll never run out.”

I crunched through the carrot, grinning between bites, and let my mind drift to Valerie.

Right about now, she’d be sitting across from that block of ice in his cave on Obsidian Crest, wondering what she’d signed up for.