The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 101: Her Appearance, a Death by a Thousand Cuts

Evangeline’s lips curved into a smile at his words. She flirtatiously lifted Nix’s chin with a fingertip, her gaze fixed on the eerie shadows the moonlight cast upon his lashes. Her voice was intimate and seductive as she spoke, "As for me... I only dote on those who can get me pregnant with cubs."

Nix’s icy gaze was fixed on Evangeline, but in the next instant, it froze.

His body went rigid, and his pupils abruptly lost focus. The deathly chill in his eyes receded like a tide, replaced by a timid, fragile bewilderment. It was as if a different soul had taken over his body.

At the same time, the Nine-star pattern at the center of his forehead shattered like glass, crumbling away inch by inch until it vanished.

Evangeline watched quietly, completely unfazed.

When he finally saw Evangeline’s bewitching, blood-stained face clearly in the moonlight, his pupils contracted. The color instantly drained from his own face, and he began to tremble, stumbling back to pull away from her.

Overcome with terror, he collapsed heavily onto the ground. His body shuddered uncontrollably, his pale fingertips curled inward, and a whimper like that of a small animal escaped his throat. He was so frightened it seemed his very breath had frozen.

Evangeline leaned forward, looking at the huddled figure of... Loras, and let out a soft sigh.

’A split personality. She’d never imagined that in his madness and despair, Loras would actually fracture, creating an alter ego with a completely different temperament and life history: Nix.’

Evangeline gently placed her fingertips on Loras’s shoulder, but he flinched as if shocked, trembling violently. His pupils shrank to pinpricks, and he let out a terrified scream that shattered the silence of the night.

He curled into a ball, clutching his head as if trying to shrink into his own bones, to escape from something.

"It’s going to kill me, the moonlight is going to kill me... It hurts so much..." he repeated hoarsely, each word choked with agony.

Suddenly, Loras began slamming his head hard against the ground, muttering over and over, "It hurts so much..."

His long, deep purple curls clung to his face, which was drenched in cold sweat. Each impact was like a struggle against some invisible torture, his unfocused eyes seeming to reflect memories as dark as an endless night.

Her very presence seemed to be a death by a thousand cuts for him.

"Loras!" Evangeline frowned, stopping his self-destructive act.

Loras looked at her, his vacant eyes filled with fear. The next instant, he let out an eerie laugh and sank his teeth into her wrist, biting down with enough force to tear the flesh from her bones.

Evangeline clenched her fist, resisting the powerful urge to smash his head in.

Suddenly, Loras froze.

His jaw gradually relaxed, and the tip of his soft tongue darted out to lick the torn flesh of her wrist.

He looked up at Evangeline, his blood-stained lips curving into a crescent smile. His eyes had become cold and deathly still. Despite his lifeless gaze, his voice was low, husky, and gentle. "Like me, won’t you?"

Evangeline: "..."

’My head is suddenly starting to ache. What am I supposed to do now?’

"I’m tired. Let’s get some sleep."

Tugging Nix up by the wrist, Evangeline stood. With a wave of her hand, the blood-stained beast skin flew off the bed, replaced by fresh bedding.

She pulled Nix down with her into the soft bedding and covered them with the quilt. Sensing his intense, cold gaze, she raised a hand to gently pat his back, her Spiritual Power soothing his entire body. "Get some sleep."

Nix’s long lashes fluttered, and as if hypnotized, he slowly closed his eyes.

His breathing grew steady, and in sleep, his usually lifeless features revealed a hint of childlike vulnerability.

Evangeline opened her eyes and stared at Nix for a long moment.

’Loras was still a madman who couldn’t handle any provocation, like shattered jade barely held together at the cracks.’

’Nix was a psycho to the core, like shattered debris, every piece lethally sharp.’

’A split personality. Heh. The difficulty of this mission just doubled.’

’Nix said he couldn’t have cubs. Maybe it’s because Loras’s Star Pattern is shattered, a result of his split personality.’

Evangeline took a bath, treated her wounds, and changed into a set of soft Beast Skin Clothes.

She sat leaning against the window, the moonlight spilling like water onto her pale cheeks. Watching the Moonlight Flowers outside unfurl toward the moon, she frowned. Her head ached.

’Loras descends into madness the moment he sees me. How am I supposed to reforge his Star Pattern?’

’If I can’t save him and restore his sanity, I can’t reforge his Star Pattern. That means he won’t be able to transform or have cubs. How will I ever complete my mission?’

Evangeline’s expression was grim. The sweet fragrance of the Moonlight Flowers wafted around her, but it did nothing to dispel her vexation.

The night suddenly darkened as clouds obscured the moon, and a torrential rain began to fall.

A low rumble of thunder echoed from the horizon. Fat, cold raindrops hammered the sea of Moonlight Flowers, whose luminous white petals hastily closed, their last wisps of delicate fragrance washed away by the storm.

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Before Nix even opened his eyes, he smelled the aroma of food wafting through the air.

He pushed himself up, the blanket sliding down past his waist to reveal lean, well-defined abs. The scratches on his body had faded to faint marks, and they carried the sharp, bitter scent of medicinal ointment.

In the morning light, Nix’s deep purple pupils narrowed to slits. The reflection of Evangeline, busy at the doorway of the bamboo house, appeared in his cold, emotionless eyes.

He raised a hand to his neck; new skin had already covered the scratches from the night before.

Nix watched Evangeline in silence from under half-lidded eyes.

Evangeline turned around, holding a pot of steamed Spirit Rice. The billowing steam softened her bewitching features. As her eyes met Nix’s, a small smile played on her lips. "You’re awake? Get up and eat."

Nix threw off the blanket and stepped barefoot onto the cold bamboo floor. His tall, lean figure exuded a powerful sensuality.

His gaze never left Evangeline’s face. He was unabashedly naked, letting the light trace the sleek lines of his muscles as he walked toward her, one step at a time. His stride was unhurried, yet it carried a silent, oppressive weight.

Evangeline set down the Spirit Rice and glanced up. Unflustered, she stepped forward to meet him with a smile.

Nix lifted the hem of her clothes. Upon seeing the ghastly wound on her waist, his crimson lips slowly curved into a smile, revealing sharp, snow-white fangs. He let out a low laugh, and as if in pleasure, a dark fragrance wafted from him.

He grabbed her hand and brought it to his neck, his voice a low, seductive rasp. "Again."

A smile touched Evangeline’s lips. She pulled her hand back without hesitation, only to lean in the next instant. Pressing her red lips against the pale skin of his neck, she bit down, hard and mercilessly, with a force that matched the bite Loras had given her the night before.

"Ngh..." A shudder wracked Nix’s body, and a muffled grunt escaped his throat. A flicker of light flashed through his deep purple irises.

His fingertips dug into the wound on her waist, drawing fresh blood.

When Evangeline let go, her lips and teeth were stained with his blood—a scarlet, green-tinged blood that was startlingly bright.

Nix chuckled in delight, the deathly stillness in his eyes flickering.

He suddenly bent down, his curly purple hair brushing against her neck. Their hot breaths mingled as he spoke, his low, husky voice a mixture of tenderness and deathly stillness. "Female master, like me. Only like me, won’t you?"

Evangeline drew out her words in a coquettish lilt, but her reply was bone-chillingly cold.

"Have you forgotten? I only dote on those who can give me cubs."

Nix froze. He slowly straightened up, his deep purple irises reflecting Evangeline’s cruelty. His voice was gentle. "You’ve met that weakling. You should know it’s impossible."

Evangeline tilted her head slightly, her long hair falling to tangle with Nix’s purple strands.

"I’m curious. You claim not to know me, so how do you know about Loras?"

"But if you do know me, you should hate me. So why are you asking me to like you?" Evangeline’s fingertip rested on Nix’s chest, slowly tracing a circle as her voice turned to ice. "Just what kind of Beastman are you?"

Nix’s eyes were as dark as stagnant pools, but his face held a smile. "If you weren’t to my taste, you’d already be dead."

Evangeline returned his smile. "If I were to die, would you be able to live?"

’Even with a split personality, he was still her Beast Husband. The contract between them meant he couldn’t kill her.’

Nix took another half-step closer, pressing his crimson lips to her ear and nipping at her pearly white earlobe.

He chuckled, his chest vibrating as his voice took on a tinge of madness. "I can give you cubs, because I am your sin." His sharp teeth sank into her flesh. "How wonderful it would be, to die with you."

"Female master, they all hate you. But I love you."