The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 106: Even the Fox Spirit Miscalculates Sometimes

Pain filled Lachlan’s grayish-brown Beast Eyes. "She... was swept away by a mudslide from a collapsing snowfield."

Elias Moretti’s brow furrowed, and a dark glint flashed in his crimson eyes.

’Someone who could jump off Thorncliff and return unharmed... could she really be swept away by a mudslide?’

He didn’t quite believe it, but the Snow Leopard Beastman didn’t seem to be lying.

Elias Moretti considered this for a moment before looking up, a dark light swirling in his eyes. "I’ll go with you to find Thorne."

The words had barely left his lips when Gable shouted, "No!"

"The Beastman Continent is treacherous during the rainy season! You are our leader, the backbone of the Grymdale Tribe! How can you just leave at a time like this? Besides, our people..."

There was no food left in the tribe. Elias Moretti couldn’t possibly leave now.

Elias Moretti’s gaze faltered for a second. He turned to Gable, his expression calm. "Finding Thorne will be on the way."

He paused for a moment, his voice laced with a grim chill. "I will bring back prey."

He had already been planning to leave the tribe to hunt. They couldn’t hold on any longer.

Watching the tense standoff between Elias Moretti and Gable, Lachlan instantly understood: the Grymdale Tribe was out of food.

He immediately spoke up. "I’ll give you food. You come with me to find Thorne!"

As he spoke, a ripple went through his frame. He carefully opened the storage bag at his waist. The Snow Leopard embroidery on it seemed to glow, and with a soft WHOOSH, the ground was suddenly covered in prey.

The animals were still warm and bleeding, as if freshly hunted.

Elias Moretti’s gaunt face tightened, a look of shocked disbelief flashing in his eyes.

His gaze fell to the storage bag at Lachlan’s waist, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. "She gave that to you?"

Lachlan’s slender hand shielded the storage bag as his grayish-brown eyes fixed on Elias Moretti. His back was ramrod straight, poised like a leopard ready to pounce from the undergrowth at any moment. His voice was hoarse. "Is this enough?"

Beside them, Gable was already stunned by the sight of the prey. His breath caught as he looked to Elias Moretti.

Elias Moretti turned without a word. Suddenly, crimson Scale Armor sprouted from his cheeks, and his body transformed into that of a giant python, its long form slithering through the standing water. Its forked tongue flicked in and out, discerning the direction by scent.

Lachlan took a light leap, shooting forward like an arrow released from a bow.

His slender figure stretched out in midair, leopard spots flashing along his lean waistline. By the time he landed, he was a shadow in the shape of a great cat. With a few agile bounds, he followed Elias Moretti, vanishing into the woods.

Gable looked from the prey covering the ground to the retreating figure of Elias Moretti, his brow deeply furrowed.

’Evangeline is a powerful Witch, no doubt, but she has a Fallen Beastman with her. Please let her be safe.’

*

On a mountain peak not far from the Grymdale Tribe, the flash floods had receded.

Despite the assault of the torrential rain outside, a narrow mountain cave was unusually lively.

"WAHHH—WAHHH—"

The infant’s tender cries were so loud they seemed to pierce the curtain of rain, echoing across the mountaintop.

"Please, my little highness, don’t cry..."

Thorne hugged Bunny a little tighter. His black snake tail trembled, its tip coiled around a rain-slicked wildflower that he dangled in front of her, trying desperately to get her attention.

But the raindrops on the petals trickled down right onto Bunny’s little face, which only made her wails grow louder.

Thorne’s dark green eyes filled with helplessness. But as he looked down at the little maiden screaming her lungs out in his arms, he felt his icy heart melt, and he couldn’t help but tighten his embrace.

The little maiden’s silver-white hair was incredibly soft. Her face was scrunched up and flushed red from crying, like a ripe berry, but it did nothing to diminish her cuteness.

Bunny had perfectly inherited her parents’ good looks; she was destined to be a great beauty when she grew up.

"WAHHH—"

Bunny cried even louder, her small body trembling with each sob.

Thorne looked up, his dark green pupils contracting. His tail scales rustled softly, a sign of his growing agitation.

He snapped impatiently, "Caden Albright! What’s taking you so long?"

Perhaps his voice was too loud, because the baby in his arms gave a startled, hiccuping sob. A flash of panic crossed Thorne’s sharp features. He patted her gently, murmuring, "There, there, don’t cry..."

Caden Albright was crouched down, his posture as graceful as a snow-laden pine branch. His long, silver-white hair cascaded down his back like satin, revealing a profile of breathtaking beauty.

His long fingers held a baby bottle, which he was swirling gently and unhurriedly. When he glanced over, his shimmering, fox-like eyes were filled with disdain. "You can’t even figure out how to hold a baby," he mocked.

His voice trailed off, his lips curling into a smirk. "And you still think you can convince Eva to have your children?"

As he spoke, Caden Albright stepped forward, took Bunny from Thorne’s arms, and popped the bottle into her mouth. Bunny graciously stopped crying, letting out a satisfied gurgle, though tears still clung to her eyelashes.

Caden Albright gazed down at his daughter, and a soft ripple spread through his amber pupils. Even the faint blush at the corners of his long, narrow eyes seemed to gentle, making him look all the more captivating.

Thorne shot Caden Albright a sidelong glance and sneered, "Eva already promised me."

Caden Albright didn’t deign to respond. He simply gathered Bunny closer and ambled over to the cave entrance.

The damp mountain wind lifted his silver-white hair, and an unreadable shadow crossed his magnificent features.

’It’s been several days...’

Thorne leaned lazily against the cave wall, his dark green eyes reflecting the dense curtain of rain outside.

He narrowed his eyes, his clear, cool voice mingling with the sound of the rain. It was unclear if he was speaking to Caden Albright or to himself. "Eva... should be back soon."

Thorne crossed his arms, glancing at Caden Albright out of the corner of his eye. "Do you think Lachlan will come back with Eva?"

’Of course, he privately hoped Lachlan wouldn’t return. What good would another rival be?’

Caden Albright lowered his gaze, his fingertips gently brushing a stray raindrop from the ends of Bunny’s hair. His voice was fainter than the mountain wind. "He won’t."

He turned to walk deeper into the cave, his silver-white hair swaying lightly like cascading moonlight.

Just then, Thorne shot upright with a delighted sneer. "Well, you sly fox. It looks like even you can miscalculate."

The words were barely out of his mouth before Thorne vanished into the curtain of rain, his slithering form moving like a flash of light straight toward Lachlan.

’Since Lachlan is back, Eva must be back too.’

The thought filled Thorne with delight.

Caden Albright’s arms tightened slightly around Bunny, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

’Thorne had once said that Lachlan was the one Eva wanted but could never have.’

’He was naturally cold and aloof, with an unyielding pride deep in his bones. After everything he’d been through, his heart was heavily burdened. And between his sense of responsibility and his guilt toward the Frost-plain Tribe, he never should have come here.’

’And yet, here he was. Why?’

Caden Albright’s brow twitched, but the expression was gone in an instant.

’It didn’t matter why Lachlan had come. All that mattered was that Eva was back.’

At this thought, a faint smile touched Caden Albright’s magnificent face. ’It’s enough that she’s back.’

He took a few steps toward the cave entrance, but in the next instant, he faltered. His long, narrow fox-like eyes narrowed. Two presences were approaching, carried on the wind and rain, but neither of them belonged to Eva.