The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 109: Willing Humility

"She said that if I could capture Seraphina Caldwell and present her as a gift... Silas Shaw would give her a glance. He would remember her. He might... show her a bit of favor."

He paused, his voice softening to a near whisper.

"I had no choice. I could only do as she said."

In that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Wyatt Yardley’s eyes flickered with a hint of heaviness.

He understood that kind of willing humility.

But this person, unable to hold his own Female Master’s heart, was easily controlled by her.

He slowly stood up, shifting his gaze away from the male.

He lowered his head, looking towards the distance.

In Isaac Vaughn’s arms, Seraphina Caldwell leaned quietly.

Her cheeks still held a slight flush of sleepiness, and her lips curved gently upward.

She had changed.

She was no longer that girl who only obeyed.

Unlike that Female Master who only pleased other males and used her partner as a tool to gain benefits.

Seraphina... had become much stronger.

Suddenly, Wyatt Yardley’s gaze turned cold, and his fingernail slashed sharply.

His blade-like nail cut through the skin, without damaging muscle or bone.

The deep red rune instantly dimmed, its glow extinguished.

No harm to the Female Master, no breaking the Contract.

It only severed the connection between him and the Female Master behind Silas Shaw.

From now on, he was no longer manipulated by her, no longer had to risk his life for empty favor.

Before the man could react, Wyatt Yardley’s serpent tail suddenly twisted tightly!

Scales bristled, a gust of wind rose sharply, and immense power tightened with a boom.

The twist was not to kill, but to warn.

"Crack! Crack!"

Two crisp sounds, resembling breaking branches.

The beastfolk’s sturdy legs were forcibly twisted into a nearly distorted arc by Wyatt Yardley’s snapping tail.

The sound of bones dislocating was distinct, and his flesh convulsed violently from the intense pain.

He screamed in agony, a piercing, heart-wrenching cry.

Cold sweat poured from his forehead like a spring, instantly soaking his clothes, the fabric clinging tightly to his back.

Wyatt Yardley did not kill him.

But he had harmed Seraphina Caldwell.

Even if it was just grazing her clothes, touching her hair.

That had already crossed an unforgivable line.

"Get out."

Wyatt Yardley slowly withdrew his tail, the tip dark as ink gently fell.

"Step near Seraphina again, and next time, it will be your neck that’s broken."

The beastfolk’s entire body spasmed, teeth chattering uncontrollably.

He endured the excruciating pain, biting through his tongue to maintain the last shred of consciousness, trembling and urging the spiritual power inside him, finally forcing out his true form, a giant gray wolf.

His limbs trembled, particularly the hind legs which could no longer bear weight, leaving long trails of blood on the muddy ground as he dragged his broken legs.

Wyatt Yardley stood up, his tall figure casting a solitary, cold silhouette in the moonlight.

He leisurely dusted himself off.

"This place isn’t safe anymore. Silas Shaw sent someone, which means he’s been watching us for a while. This time it was Eagle Clan scouts, next time, it might be an elite squad waiting in ambush. We need to hurry to the Rabbit Clan’s settlement; it’s the only place with some trustworthy allies left."

Finishing his words, he treaded lightly, walking step by step towards the corner where Isaac Vaughn stood.

As he neared Seraphina Caldwell, his eyes completely softened.

The fierce battle with the Eagle Clan still lingered over him.

The scent of blood lingered at his fingertips, the killing intent yet to disperse.

But when he stood before Seraphina Caldwell, the sharp edge gradually melted away.

Even his eyes, at this moment, shed their icy layer, leaving only a warm, gentle glow.

He didn’t hurry to speak, first lowering his head, his gaze slowly falling on her waist.

There, where the Eagle Clan’s claws had just swept across, though no blood was drawn, the clothing had been torn open in a slit.

He stared at it for several seconds, his brow furrowed ever so slightly.

Once he confirmed that the wound hadn’t torn, he breathed a light sigh of relief.

"Does it hurt? He used quite a bit of force... Did he hurt you? Even if it just brushed against you, you need to tell me."

Seraphina Caldwell was taken aback by his sudden meticulous gentleness.

"No, no, really... it was just a fright, it doesn’t hurt at all now, look, not even a mark was left."

She looked up at him, suddenly feeling that the male before her seemed entirely different from the ruthless leader of the Nether Race described in the books.

Clearly, in the battle just now, he could have killed the Eagle Clan warrior with a single blow, easily taking his life.

With his strength, it was merely a flick of the wrist.

But because the opponent was a female, he withheld the killing strike.

And now, facing her, he even spoke in a hushed tone.

The contrast was so stark, so stark that it left her momentarily stunned. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Wyatt Yardley’s mouth subtly curved into a faint yet sincere smile.

"We have to get moving, can’t start a fire to roast meat. This forest is too dangerous, smoke could attract more enemies. Can you manage with some wild fruits?"

Before his words even finished, his fingertips already followed the motion.

Seraphina Caldwell’s face suddenly heated up, the tips of her ears swiftly flushed red.

"Hm... it’s fine, I’m okay, I can eat anything."

In this muddled state, she seemed even more adorable than when she pretended to be strong.

He knew she would definitely agree.

She wouldn’t, as she did before, pout angrily just because she couldn’t have the roasted meat she liked.

Now, she had already learned to cooperate silently, to start thinking for others.

But she was too sensible, so sensible it made his heart ache.

It was a kind of indescribable suffocating feeling, pressing heavily on his chest.

She always silently endured everything, never complaining, and never asking for anything.

He looked at her lowered brows, and a sourness welled up within him.

Why not lightly tug his sleeve, act a little coquettish and say she’s tired?

He wasn’t afraid of trouble, or her being willful; he was only afraid she’d keep holding back like this, swallowing all her grievances.

"I’ll go wash them!"

Gideon Larkin suddenly interrupted, unable to hold back any longer.

He couldn’t bear to see Seraphina Caldwell leisurely eating the fruit all by herself.

While the rest just stood around.

He had wanted to move long ago, just hesitated to open his mouth due to the atmosphere.

Now he finally found the opportunity.

As soon as the words were out, he ran toward the river, took some wild fruits from his bag, squatted by the stream to scrub them quickly, and after filling a pottery jar, ran back in one breath, handing it to Seraphina Caldwell.

When he rushed to the river, he nearly slipped and fell into the water, quickly steadied himself, and hurriedly dumped the wild fruits into the clear stream.

His fingertips scrubbed back and forth over the fruits, splashing crystal-clear water droplets.

Without bothering to wipe his hands, he picked up a plain pottery jar by the shore and packed the washed fruits in one by one.

He ran, holding the jar, breathless.

"Seraphina, you eat first! If it’s not enough, I’ll go get more!"

He had even planned that if she wanted more after finishing them, he’d immediately turn around to find more in the woods.

Seraphina Caldwell lowered her head, seeing it was full.

"That’s enough, really enough, stop fussing."

The fruits were bright in color and exuded a sweet scent.

She gently pushed Gideon Larkin’s shoulder, her tone soft.

"See, there’s so much, how can I eat it all by myself? You all take some too."

She picked up a red fruit, looking up at the males.

"What about you? Can you hold out without eating anything?"

Her fingertips touched the cool fruit skin, bringing it to her lips but not biting down immediately.