Rowan hurriedly stopped him, but Owen's attitude was extremely firm; fortunately, he hadn't lifted it all the way up.
As soon as Owen saw the calf, which was swollen, red, and festering to the point of rotting, his expression turned unsightly. He pressed his lips together tightly, furrowing his brows without saying a word, and scooped him up.
Suddenly lifted into the air, he immediately clutched Owen's arm, struggling to make him put him down.
In his entire previous life, Rowan had never lost face like this. He shouted: "What do you want to do? Let me go!"
Owen acted as if he heard and saw nothing. Seeing him struggle more violently, he held him even tighter. Seeing that he really couldn't budge him, he didn't waste his energy anymore.
He could feel that Owen was angry, but not at him.
A strange feeling flashed through Rowan's heart. Perhaps out of embarrassment, he buried his head in his chest without saying a word, feeling the chill of a cold-blooded animal.
Seeing he no longer struggled, Owen steadily carried him back to the cave.
Gently, as if treating a fragile treasure, he laid him down on the bed covered with soft animal furs.
Rowan was about to sit up when Owen pressed him down authoritatively.
He helplessly signaled with a hoarse voice: "I'm fine, hurry and get me some water."
Although Owen didn't understand, he could guess what he wanted to express: "I'll go get water for you, don't move." Having said that, he walked straight out.
Rowan had no choice but to lie down and rest. This wild beast was truly difficult to communicate with. He tried to comfort himself not to punch him for his excessive behavior just now.
An Alpha, no matter how weak, still needed self-respect.
This was the first time Rowan met someone who dared to defy his orders. Previously in the army, his personality had always been straightforward—one was one, two was two—no one dared to disobey orders, let alone lay a hand on him.
The events that happened recently made him unable to adapt in time. This strange world was even more magical and terrifying than he had imagined.
First were the towering ancient trees, then the two-headed monstrous bird, and even Owen transforming from beast to human right in front of him today.
He thought if Phoenix were still here, he wouldn't have to struggle to survive like this.
Thinking of his pheromones and mental power still unawakened, his face darkened.
Having no ability was the most terrifying thing. Rowan could feel that Owen's aura was even stronger than his.
Never had he felt so small. His pride, formerly that of a top-tier Alpha in the universe, had suffered a heavy blow.
What Rowan didn't understand was that Owen's attitude towards him was very respectful; in words and actions, there was even a hint of ingratiation.
He didn't know what value this body of his had to make Owen treat him like that.
Owen was indeed a bit angry. In the Beastman world, failing to protect an Omegina and letting an Omegina get injured was an extremely serious matter.
In the tribe, among countless Beastmen, only the strongest Beastman could have an Omegina as a mate.
Precisely because there were many Alphas and few Omegas, Omeginas had to be cherished and pampered. Without Omeginas, life would not continue, and the race would be eliminated by nature.
Owen transformed into his original form and flew towards the nearest freshwater lake east of the Lost Forest to get water.
Rowan was somewhat surprised to see Owen return just a few minutes later, holding a bundle of water tightly wrapped in leaves with both hands.
Without thinking much, he hurriedly took the leaf bundle containing water, poked a small hole with his finger, and sucked greedily.
The fresh, cool water slid down his throat, irrigating his very heart; he truly felt he had come back to life.
Rowan drank until his belly was full of water before slowly stopping. The days without water were indeed too difficult.
Seeing him like that, a wave of pity rose in Owen's heart.
"Thank you, I will repay you when I recover." Rowan looked at him sincerely.
Owen, looked at by the Omegina's fervent gaze, felt his cheeks heat up slightly, not daring to look straight at him.
Rowan didn't say anything more, knowing he wouldn't understand either, so he silently etched this gratitude in his heart.
It seemed that to stand firm in this world, he had to learn the language here well. He had many questions he couldn't ask.
Owen thought the Omegina must be hungry, so he told Rowan to continue resting, then took the stone knife in the corner of the cave and went out to process the Iron-Horned Beast.
Rowan originally intended to follow, but then saw Owen transform into a giant black snake and fly away with the prey in his mouth. He still felt it was very magical, but also a bit worried that Owen would abandon him; it was hard to meet a living person.
Rowan returned to the cave, seeing a whole wall hung full of dried meat, and felt reassured again.
This place must be Owen's cave. He initially thought such a large cave must be inhabited by quite a few people, but thinking of Owen's beast form, it seemed normal.
It seemed he would have to stay here for a while. With this leg wound, surely Owen wouldn't chase him away.
It wouldn't be too late to leave after he learned the language here and got used to this world.
Owen finished processing the Iron-Horned Beast by the lake, removed all the internal organs, and brought the intact animal skin back.
Thinking of the Omegina waiting at home, he worked much faster.
Rowan waited until it was completely dark before Owen returned.
He watched him skewer the processed beast meat onto wooden sticks and place them over the burning fire to roast.
Seeing Owen take a few more yellow fruits, squeeze out the juice, and brush it onto the meat. Rowan found it a bit strange; it turned out this yellow fruit could be used as a seasoning.
It was pitch dark outside; in the cave, there was only the flickering firelight. The roasting meat sizzled, fat dripping onto the fire causing it to flare up with a sound.
The aroma of roasted meat filled the cave. Rowan was starving, his eyes glued to the piece of meat.
Owen had been silently observing the Omegina beside him. He tore off the tenderest piece of meat from the Iron-Horned Beast, roasted it until cooked, and handed it to Rowan.
Rowan looked at the piece of meat presented before his eyes, took it with both hands, nodded to him, and regardless of the heat, ate slowly.
The roasted meat was soft and smooth, not tough, carrying the sweet fragrance of the fruit, so it was delicious; Rowan couldn't stop eating.
Seeing the Omegina eating with a satisfied expression, Owen found joy in feeding him, so he continued to roast for him.
Just like that, one was busy roasting, the other busy eating. Although there was no communication, the atmosphere was very harmonious.
Without realizing it, Rowan was stuffed, his stomach bulging. Knowing that eating too much wasn't good, he didn't accept the roasted meat Owen offered anymore.
He told him to eat it himself, signaling that he was full.
Owen didn't understand; this Omegina ate too little, less than half of what his Papa ate. He wanted Rowan to eat a bit more, so he kept offering.
Rowan really couldn't eat anymore; he thanked him for his kindness and stood up to go to the stone bed to sit for a while.
Seeing the Omegina was truly full, Owen didn't force him anymore and ate by himself.
Rowan sat aside rubbing his belly gently to digest, glancing at Owen's ferocious eating manner with some surprise. Especially seeing him chew and swallow even bones as hard as rock without any sign of discomfort, it seemed he was used to eating like that.
Hearing the crunching sound of teeth and bones colliding, Rowan felt his scalp tingle.
He understood even more clearly that Owen was not like him; he was a beast.
He even began to worry that if he got hungry in the middle of the night, would he also chew him up, bones and flesh, and swallow him alive?