Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 184: bad dream

Lila’s pale eyes flickered with lingering fear, her black curls damp against her forehead, her trembling body pressed tight against Kael, her arms locked around him.

Kael held her close, his warmth seeping into her, his hazel eyes soft, his t-shirt soft against her cheek, his scent—clean, faintly spicy—calming her racing heart.

"It’s just a bad dream, Lila," Kael murmured, his voice low, soothing, his hand stroking her back, her curls brushing his fingers, the Haven’s creaky quiet wrapping around them.

"You’re safe here, with me. Nothing’s gonna get you." His words were steady, but guilt gnawed at him, his mind flashing to Tila’s cockroach panic, his "training" likely bleeding through their psychic link to spark Lila’s nightmare.

He almost chuckled at the irony—villains so traumatized they see nightmares asleep, yet awake, they’re nightmares to others, their fears a twisted mirror.

He pushed the thought aside, focusing on Lila, her shivering easing, her grip loosening, her breaths steadying.

Lila pulled back slightly, her pale eyes meeting his, her voice small, apologetic, her gown twisted, her face flushed.

"I’m sorry, Kael... I messed up the mission. Freya and Rhea—they had to save me, and the Gales got away because of me." Her hands fidgeted, her collar humming faintly, the bed’s springs creaking as she shifted, her guilt palpable, the room’s stale air heavy.

Kael’s grin was gentle, his hand resting on her shoulder, his voice warm.

"It’s fine, Lila. We’ll get those wind freaks another day. I’m just glad you’re okay." He leaned closer, his hazel eyes steady, the lamp’s light catching his stubble. "You went through hell out there. That’s enough for now."

He tilted his head, his tone lightening, a spark of insistence in his voice.

"Would you like to eat dinner with Tila? Might do you good to see your sister."

Lila shook her head, her curls swaying, her voice quiet but firm, her eyes dropping to the blanket.

"No... I’d rather eat alone in here. It’s fine." Her fingers traced the bed’s edge, her fear of the room’s four walls unspoken, the darkness of her nightmare lingering, the Haven’s creaky silence pressing in.

Kael’s eyes narrowed, his grin firm, his voice leaving no room for argument.

"Nope, you’re joining us at the dinner table, and I’m not taking no for an answer.

You don’t need to be cooped up in here, Lila." He stood, offering his hand, his t-shirt creasing, the bed creaking as he moved, the air shifting with his resolve.

Lila hesitated, her pale eyes flicking to the door, then back to him, her flush deepening, her heart tugging—she didn’t want to be alone, not with the nightmare’s skitters echoing, not with the room’s walls closing in.

"Okay," she said softly, taking his hand, her fingers trembling, her gown rustling as she stood, the collar glinting, the Haven’s creaky halls beckoning, her fear easing, Kael’s warmth a lifeline.

At the dinner table, the Haven’s kitchen glowed with warm light, the scent of roasted chicken and garlic filling the air, plates clinking, the wooden table scarred from days of rough use, its creaks soft under their weight.

Freya and Rhea sat in casual attire—Freya in a loose white tank top and gray sweatpants, the fabric hugging her toned arms and curvy hips, her platinum-cyan hair loose, framing her sharp blue eyes.

Rhea in a tight black crop top and denim shorts, her ample chest straining the fabric, her fiery red hair pulled into a messy ponytail, her dark eyes glinting.

Rhea’s glare fixed on Kael as he and Lila sat, her voice sharp, her crop top shifting, her shorts riding up, her ponytail swaying.

"What, did you do it with Lila too, Kael? Screwing everyone in the Haven now?" Her tone was half-teasing, half-bitter, her eyes flicking to Lila, then back to Kael, the panties incident still raw, the table’s creak loud as she leaned forward.

Kael rolled his eyes, his grin wry, his t-shirt creasing as he leaned back, his voice calm but firm.

"No, Rhea, chill. Nothing happened with Lila. And stop being pissed about the thing—it was instinctive, alright?" He glanced at Lila, her flush deepening, her pale eyes darting, the chicken’s aroma grounding the tension.

Freya, her tank top loose, her sweatpants soft, raised a glazed donut from her plate, her blue eyes glinting with mischief, her platinum-cyan hair catching the light.

She held it up, pointing at the empty hole, her voice dry, teasing.

"Hey, Kael, what’s your instinct say about this? It’s glazed."

Her lips twitched, her eyebrow arching, the donut’s sugary scent mingling with the chicken, the table’s creak soft as she leaned forward, her curves subtly outlined.

Kael looked at her, half-eyed, the joke landing but not cracking him, his voice flat but amused.

"Very funny, Freya."

He sat, his chair creaking, his hazel eyes flicking to Lila, who sat confused, her pale eyes darting between them, her flush spreading, her mind racing—

Were Rhea and Freya jealous of her? Because Kael cared? Did Kael care about her?

The thought warmed her, her cheeks burning, her gown shifting, her collar humming faintly, the table’s clinks a quiet rhythm.

Lila opened her mouth to ask, then shut it, her words swallowed, her flush deepening, the chicken’s aroma grounding her.

Rhea’s glare softened, Freya’s smirk faded, the donut back on her plate, the kitchen’s light casting soft shadows, Kael’s presence steady beside her, his care a quiet pulse she couldn’t ignore, her heart fluttering.

"Want some roasted chicken, Lila?" Kael asked, his voice gentle, pushing a plate toward her, the meat’s golden crust glistening, its warmth rising, his hazel eyes meeting her black ones.

Lila nodded, her face flushed, her voice soft, her curls brushing her shoulders, her gown rustling. "Yeah, thanks."

She took a small piece, her fingers trembling, her flush lingering,.

"You’re still a bit red," Kael said, his grin gentle, his voice concerned, leaning closer, "Take a break tomorrow, rest up. Freya and Rhea will handle things."

He glanced at them, his eyes firm.

Lila nodded, her flush fading slightly, the idea of a day alone with Kael in the Haven sparking a quiet thrill.

"Okay, fine," she said, her lips twitching.

Freya’s blue eyes narrowed, "I want a break too, Kael. I have been working non-stop, I need a break." She leaned back, her sweatpants soft, her curves relaxed.

Rhea’s amber eyes glinted, "Yeah, my back’s killing me. I need a break too Kael."

Kael’s grin turned wry, his voice firm, the creaky chair groaning as he leaned forward. "Stop acting, you two. I know you’re fine. You’re going, stop making excuses."

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The next morning, after breakfast.

Kael stood by the table, his t-shirt and jeans rumpled as he cleaned it with a wet cloth.

Freya and Rhea strode in, their superhero costumes gleaming, ready for the mission to hunt the Gale couple.

Freya’s icy blue bodysuit hugged her toned, curvaceous frame, the fabric shimmering like frost, accentuating her firm breasts and powerful thighs, her platinum cyan hair cascading in a tight ponytail, her blue eyes sharp, her white cape flowing, her mask covering the lower half of her face, the suit’s sheen catching the light, the scent of her cool, minty aura faint but crisp.

Rhea’s orange and black bodysuit pulsed with ember-like flares, clinging to her ample chest and thick thighs, her crimson hair loose, framing her amber eyes, her full-face mask off, her grin wicked, the suit’s heat radiating.

Before Kael could speak, Freya’s blue eyes locked on him, her lips curling under her mask, her voice low, sultry.

"Got time for a warm-up, Kael?" She stepped closer, her bodysuit glinting, her cape brushing his arm, her minty scent sharp, her platinum cyan hair glowing, the table creaking as she leaned in.

Rhea’s amber eyes glinted, her grin widening, her crimson hair swaying, her voice a teasing purr.

"Yeah, Kael, let’s get my blood pumping," she said, closing the gap, her bodysuit’s heat warming the air, her hand grazing his chest, her spicy scent mixing with Freya’s.

"Wait! What are you guys doing?" Kael’s pulse raced, his hazel eyes widening, his grin caught between surprise and a bit of fear, the air thick with their intent, the Haven’s creaky tension spiking as he got cornered.

Freya and Rhea moved as one, their focus solely on him, no glances shared, their hands tugging his t-shirt off, his abs exposed, their fingers tracing his skin, Freya’s cool touch contrasting Rhea’s warm.

The table groaned as they pushed him onto it, plates rattling, the wood cold against his back, the scent of their sweat and costumes—mint, smoke—overwhelming, the morning light glinting off their suits.

Freya’s lips leaned into Kael’s, her kiss fierce, her tongue teasing, her platinum cyan hair brushing his face, her bodysuit’s chill seeping through, her breasts pressing his chest, her moan soft, her hands pinning his wrists, her thighs straddling his waist, her pussy’s heat faint through her suit.

Rhea grinned, amber eyes wicked, bodysuit flaring, voice low.

"Too damn hot to leave alone, Kael," she said, lips claiming his neck, biting softly, curves pressing his side, hands yanking his t-shirt off, nails raking his abs, table groaning, air heavy with sweat and desire.