The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 82: Can’t Delay Any Longer

His gaze flickered slightly, a thought flashed through his mind but he didn’t express it, simply nodding faintly.

"Alright. You can rest in the guest tent tonight and leave in the morning."

His gaze slowly swept over the slender Beast Ring on her wrist.

The metallic sheen was dull, the texture coarse, obviously of the lowest grade.

Then, he glanced at Gideon Larkin standing beside him.

Tall and upright, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, his features sharp and gaze steady, there was a subtle aura of strength in his every move, clearly a Yellow Rank Beastfolk warrior.

This female looked plain, her frame slender, with conspicuous markings on her face, lacking any striking features.

The Beast Ring also indicated her low status and lack of background.

Yet Gideon Larkin was strikingly powerful, with exceptional talent and outstanding prowess.

The disparity between them was immense when they stood together, clearly not a pair bound by mutual choice.

It was likely during the height of the Cross Tribe’s dominance that they forcibly took this female through brute force and matched her with him.

With the thought quickly winding through his mind, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Alright, I’ll have the clan members arrange a house for you."

He turned and shouted towards the distance.

"Toby! Come over here!"

Before his voice had faded, a Leopard Clan Beastfolk came running from behind a small cabin.

He stopped and bowed his head in greeting, "Clan Leader."

"Take them to the empty house on the west side, let them stay there tonight."

He pointed to a somewhat secluded wooden house on the west side of the camp.

The Beastfolk named Toby responded, "Yes, Clan Leader."

The voice was loud, and he immediately turned to signal the two to follow.

"Follow me, please."

Along the way, many male Beastfolk poked their heads out of their houses.

But when their eyes fell on her deep brown facial markings, almost none of them failed to immediately withdraw their heads.

"Misfortune, daring to bring such a female into our clan?"

Seraphina Caldwell kept her head down, her gaze fixed on the dirt beneath her feet, pretending not to see anything.

Her fingers tightened slightly, nails digging into her palm, yet she continued walking steadily, silently following the Beastfolk leading the way.

Finally, they stopped in front of a wooden house.

The house was somewhat aged, with a long crack in the door board.

However, the ground in front of the house was swept clean, without fallen leaves or dust.

Firewood was neatly stacked on a wooden rack under the eaves, forming a tidy pile.

"Stay here."

Toby said succinctly, his tone devoid of waves.

"If anything comes up, find someone near the bonfire out front, the Clan Leader is usually there. Don’t wander off; there are many patrollers at night."

Once he finished speaking, he didn’t look at the two again and turned to leave.

Gideon Larkin stepped forward and gently pushed the door open, which creaked slowly.

He turned sideways to enter first, his gaze quickly surveying the interior.

Once confirming it safe, he bent down to pick up a few bundles of hay scattered in the corner and shook off the dust.

Seraphina Caldwell closely followed him inside.

She squatted down, reaching out to help arrange the scattered firewood on the floor.

As her fingertips touched the rough bark, a sense of disorientation surged within her.

Back in the tribe, a group of Beast Husbands used to surround her, eagerly competing to assist her.

Now, the glory of the past was long gone, and only Gideon Larkin remained by her side.

And Gideon Larkin wasn’t truly here to live with her.

He was merely under orders to protect her temporarily.

Once Wyatt Yardley and the others arrived, and the contract was broken, they would part with no further ties.

She thought of helping where she could, at least not appearing too useless.

"Wyatt Yardley and the others... When do you think they’ll arrive?"

Gideon Larkin was focused on arranging the Beast Skin on the bed.

Upon hearing her question, he didn’t answer immediately.

After a moment, he spoke in a low voice, his tone steady.

"They just contacted me, saying they’ve encountered an Eagle Clan patrol and can’t break through due to its size. They’re taking a detour to avoid them, so it’ll take a little longer."

Seraphina Caldwell suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with astonishment, her pupils slightly dilating.

"When did this happen? How come I knew nothing about it?"

Even when he took out the Beast Bone and whispered incantations, she watched from the side.

Why is it that she wasn’t aware of this message transfer?

"We both have your Partner Seal, and can use it to communicate."

Gideon Larkin turned around, his gaze calm as he explained.

"You don’t have our mark, so you naturally couldn’t hear. Previously, we couldn’t find you because of that. We could only aimlessly wander between tribes without direction."

Seraphina Caldwell froze, slowly nodding, the astonishment in her eyes gradually transformed into understanding.

So that’s why.

No wonder they could always locate each other’s position and acted so intuitively.

The so-called "Partner Seal" wasn’t merely a symbol of belonging, but also a secret connection.

Suddenly, she remembered Silas Shaw.

His boldness in kidnapping her was likely because she hadn’t bonded, making it impossible for anyone to find her through a Beast Seal!

He was very aware of her current predicament.

If something happened, no one would know her whereabouts, let alone come to her aid.

Silas Shaw saw through this point, hence dared to act with impunity.

If it weren’t for her lucky encounter with Gideon Larkin chasing after her, the outcome would have been unimaginable.

No, this can’t be delayed any longer.

If delayed further, there’s no guarantee another Silas Shaw wouldn’t target her.

Her unique identity, if always alone, without a contract to bind their fate.

Her safety would always be precarious.

She needs to quickly find a reliable male to form a bond.

At least it would have someone sensing her location, preventing others from easily taking advantage.

Even if it’s just a low-level Soul Sensing Contract.

In this Beastkin world of survival of the fittest, females without backing would sooner or later become prey on others’ chopping boards.

She was contemplating this when Gideon Larkin suddenly stopped his task.

His voice was hoarse, carrying a barely noticeable tremor.

"Seraphina Caldwell... you wouldn’t be planning to renege, are you? Don’t want us to break the contract?"

He looked into her eyes, seemingly searching for any trace of hesitation.

Hearing this, Seraphina Caldwell almost laughed, the corners of her mouth slightly lifting.

But she quickly pressed it down.

She kept her head down, continuing to tidy the scattered branches, stacking them neatly one by one.

"How could that be possible? I’ve always been preparing to break the contract with you guys as promised. This can’t be avoided."

She didn’t look up at him, but the certainty in her voice was unmistakable.

Since the day she proposed to break the contract, she hadn’t changed her mind.

She’s not someone who goes back on her word.

At the mention of dripping blood, she paused for a moment.

A few mornings ago, as dawn light broke, Gideon Larkin went solo to the back mountain.

With a stone chisel, he struck the edge of an old stone pot, saying he wanted to carve waterproof runes anew.

At the time, her wrist was injured, the blood hadn’t dried, so she casually remarked, "When you come back, I’ll give you a drop of blood to assist in smoothly breaking the contract."

Back then, her tone was casual, and Gideon Larkin simply nodded.

Unexpectedly, before he could return, Silas Shaw suddenly appeared, forcibly taking her away.

Through days of turbulence and struggle for survival, she had long forgotten this trivial matter.

Only now did she realize she had defaulted.

"Oh right, the blood I promised you hasn’t been given yet. Once we’re done tidying, I’ll drip it."

He paused for a moment, then a flicker of complex emotions crossed his eyes.

Only now did Gideon Larkin notice Seraphina Caldwell squatting on the ground, her hands covered in dry grass chaff.