The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 108: Finders Keepers
Evan Orwell immediately seized the fleeting opportunity, hooking his slender claw around Seraphina Caldwell, and caught her firmly.
He folded his wings and slowly descended to the ground.
Upon landing, he deliberately tucked his wings behind him.
As Seraphina just steadied herself, her body still swayed slightly.
The next second, she was pulled into a cool yet comforting embrace.
Isaac Vaughn’s arms encircled her waist.
He gently caressed her back and forth.
"Does your waist still hurt? Let me take a look."
Seraphina nestled against him, her nose twitching slightly.
It was Isaac Vaughn’s unique scent.
Her body, originally tense as a string, finally began to relax bit by bit.
She whispered, "It doesn’t hurt anymore, just earlier... being grabbed suddenly, it startled me."
Before she finished speaking, there was a muffled thud in the distance, dust flying.
The Eagle Clan male had been pinned to the ground by Gideon Larkin and Wyatt Yardley, unable to move.
Gideon Larkin had long lost patience; his eyes were now burning red.
He stomped fiercely on the man’s back.
"Speak! Who sent you? How dare you touch our Female Master, you’re tired of living?!"
He suddenly exerted force with his foot.
The feathers remaining on that man’s back were crushed into a mess, his flesh dented, able only to emit a muffled whimper from his throat.
Wyatt Yardley crouched nearby, his demeanor indomitable, his tail lightly hooked.
"Daring to have ideas about our Female Master, you’re quite bold."
The Eagle Clan male was pale from being stepped on, temples bulging.
He turned his head with difficulty, fiercely staring at Seraphina.
"Female Master? She doesn’t even have a male mark on her body, not even a hint of Contract aura, what kind of Female Master is she? At best, she’s just an unsupervised female, whoever captures her, she’s theirs!"
"You’re courting death."
Wyatt Yardley’s voice abruptly descended.
The tail suddenly contracted, wrapping around the male’s bones, causing a teeth-grinding creak.
The man immediately let out a scream.
His wings, already bearing old wounds, suddenly trembled, newly healed wounds being ripped open by the immense force.
Blood trickled down the black feathers, pooling into a dark red puddle on the ground.
Wyatt Yardley suppressed his voice, speaking each word deliberately.
"Silas Shaw sent you? You should know, daring to touch Females, even if you’re from the Eagle Clan, even if someone has your back, we can still make you disappear without a trace, not even leaving a corpse."
This statement shattered the male’s psyche completely.
He had initially struggled, but hearing the words describing his corpse disappearing, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"Don’t kill me! It wasn’t me who wanted to act against her! I swear! It was Silas Shaw’s order! He personally demanded to capture Seraphina Caldwell alive and take her back to the Eagle Clan! If you want to kill, go after him! Him!"
...
Seraphina Caldwell herded against Isaac Vaughn, listening to everything clearly.
She abruptly raised her head, her eyes ablaze with immense fury.
Has Silas Shaw gone mad to such an extent?
To capture her, he not only mobilized the entire tribe to search the mountains, deploying a large number of Eagle Clan warriors, laying traps everywhere.
Now daring to send the Green Rank to openly grab someone in broad daylight!
Here, Females are the foundation of the tribe’s prosperity.
To forcibly seize a Female is a taboo etched in their bloodlines.
Once any Female forms a Contract with a Male.
Even in the preliminary stage of companionship, if any other male dares come near, it counts as challenging the entire tribe.
And the Beast Husbands have the right to execute on the spot, without having to ask or take responsibility.
Even if the royal family comes, they cannot exonerate such behavior.
But Silas Shaw doing this is not merely a provocation; he’s outright trampling on the iron laws of The Primal Age.
He’s not just ignoring the rules, but blatantly disregarding the males around Seraphina Caldwell.
Seraphina’s voice trembled.
"Does he think... the Eagle Clan, big and mighty, with strong wings, can bully others? Can ignore The Primal Age’s laws? Can treat me as a trophy to be grabbed at will?"
Isaac Vaughn sensed her violent emotional fluctuation, immediately held her tighter.
"Don’t be afraid, since he dared to reach out, he must be prepared for his hand to be cut off."
She does not come from this world, does not understand those deeply rooted laws of The Primal Age.
But these males, their bones are inscribed with wild instincts and protective impulses.
They know the most ruthless way to make the provocateurs pay the price.
All she wants is to see how they will stand up for her.
Isaac Vaughn’s gaze slowly swept over the mud-like figure on the ground.
To dare let her suffer injustice?
Even if you are Silas Shaw’s dog, having stepped into this circle today, don’t expect to leave standing.
Wyatt Yardley’s snake tail still tightly coiled around the man’s neck.
Cold scales pressed close against the artery in his neck.
The man had long collapsed into a heap, limbs weak and limp on the ground.
His Beast form could no longer hold, and with a crack, accompanied by the slight sound of dislocated joints, suddenly reverted to human form. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
And right at the center of his chest, prominently branded, was a Tie Contract Seal.
A deep red rune, its edges faintly glowing with weak spiritual light.
With the Seal exposed, everyone could see clearly, knowing that he had already been acknowledged by his Female Master.
This is the oldest tribal vow seal, symbolizing life and death together, eternal loyalty.
As long as the Female Master lives, the Seal will never dissipate and cannot be removed by external force.
Wyatt Yardley’s snake tail finally slightly relaxed, the cold entanglement retreating a little.
The Beastfolk suddenly inhaled sharply, hacking and coughing violently, his voice hoarse and torn.
He lay on the ground, chest rising and falling heavily, his face turning purple from lack of oxygen.
In that brief moment, it nearly cost him his life.
Life or death hangs by a thread, all depending on whether Wyatt Yardley was willing to relent.
"Wyatt Yardley, why did you spare him?"
"He dared to attack Seraphina Caldwell, dared reach out for her, leaving him means risking her being taken again? What if next time we’re not around?"
Wyatt Yardley didn’t rush to reply.
His expression remained calm, gaze fixed on the Seal on the man’s chest.
After a moment, he reached out, his long fingers lightly brushed against the Seal.
The touch was warm, even carrying a faint pulse of life.
"He has a Female Master."
Wyatt Yardley spoke slowly, without anger in his tone.
Once these four words fell, the air seemed to momentarily freeze.
Isaac Vaughn holding Seraphina Caldwell’s hand slightly faltered.
She looked down at the quiet, sleeping Seraphina Caldwell in her arms, her gaze darkened.
When a Male bonds, his soul becomes bound to his Female Master, loyal to only one person for life.
And in this wilderness and tribe-filled world, Female Masters are not just companions, but the root of the tribe.
They decide resource distribution, steering the rise and fall of the tribe.
Killing this male means severing one arm of his Female Master.
Though the man made mistakes, the innocent Female would lose her support entirely due to the male’s wrongdoings.
They hate him.
Hate him for daring to harm Seraphina Caldwell, for betraying his male dignity.
But they also do not wish, due to their anger, another Female to become homeless and destitute.
Evan Orwell quietly put away his weapon.
He’s always reticent, and at this moment, just silently retreated aside.
Even Kaelan Hawthorne, usually cold and nonchalant, slightly relaxed his brow.
"You have a Female Master."
Wyatt Yardley slowly crouched down.
His fingertips still pressed on the Tie Contract Seal.
"Why follow Silas Shaw’s orders to abduct Seraphina Caldwell? You’re betraying your vow, risking your own life."
Upon hearing this, he chuckled bitterly.
"I... my Female Master... likes Silas Shaw."
He swallowed with difficulty, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
