The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 92: A Male Like This Is the Most Captivating
Thorne and Caden Albright stared, stunned, at the slender female standing before them. A hot current surged through their chests, refusing to subside.
On the Beastman Continent, females were born frail. For males, the drive to protect them was an instinct carved into their very bones.
But because of the shackles of the Beast God Contract, when a male became a female’s partner, he would become a lowly prisoner in the relationship. It was common for them to be disdained, ordered about, or even beaten to death.
Yet now, a female stood before them.
Her slender figure was like a sharp blade, cleaving through all chaos and danger, promising to protect them.
In that instant, the emotions roiling in their chests were indescribable.
Scorching, searing, almost painful.
Elias Moretti’s scarlet Beast Eyes were fixed on Evangeline, the heat in his chest threatening to incinerate his reason.
’Such a wild, powerful female... so alluring, isn’t she?’
But in the next moment, the fearful, uneasy voices of the Grymdale Tribe members doused his wild thoughts like ice water.
"Go—all of you! Don’t stay in our Grymdale Tribe! You’ll bring disaster!"
"That’s right! Leave the Grymdale Tribe and never come back!"
"Thorne, from now on, don’t you dare say you’re from the Grymdale Tribe! We can’t bear the trouble you’d bring!"
"..."
Although they feared Evangeline’s oppressive aura and dared not curse her, the disgust, fear, and rejection on their contorted faces were impossible to hide.
The news of a Fallen Beastman could not be concealed. It would soon be spread to every tribe by the nomads wandering the wilds.
If they didn’t leave, the Grymdale Tribe would become a target for all of Norfell.
Then, fury and sharp claws would mercilessly tear their territory to shreds.
Evangeline’s narrow eyes lifted slightly. Her vermilion lips curled into a contemptuous smile. "As if I’m eager to stay here?"
’This pathetic tribe really thinks it’s some kind of prize?’
The mist around Elias Moretti surged, and in an instant, he shifted back into his human form.
His thin lips pressed into a tight line as he stared at Evangeline, his expression grim. His long fingers clenched and unclenched several times.
’He wanted to make her stay.’
But when his gaze fell upon the glaring Fallen Star Pattern on Caden Albright’s forehead, he found himself unable to utter a single word to persuade her to stay.
He was the leader of the Grymdale Tribe. Unlike Thorne, he had to consider the safety of his people.
Evangeline didn’t spare Elias Moretti a single glance. Her gaze swept over the ashes of the Monitor Tribe beastmen before she turned, her eyes landing directly on Caden Albright.
He was clearly on the verge of collapse from the poison powder, yet he remained proud and stubborn, his back straight as he forced himself to stand his ground. The rims of his eyes were red, but his amber gaze upon her was gentle.
However, the moment their eyes met, he glanced down at himself.
"...Pathetic, aren’t I?"
The lingering tail of his low voice was laced with self-mockery, and his well-defined fingers subconsciously clenched tighter.
Evangeline stepped forward and gently placed the sleeping infant from her arms into Caden Albright’s stiff embrace.
She gave him a faint smile, a smile as dazzling and brilliant as the first light of dawn. "How could a male who would risk his life to protect his female and child be pathetic?"
Her fingertips brushed past Caden Albright’s blood-stained lips as she pushed several lustrous Elixir Pills into his mouth.
"A male like that... is the most alluring." She tilted her head to look at him, a soft, barely-there smile playing on her lips.
As the power of the elixirs spread through his body, his gruesome wounds began to heal before their very eyes.
Just then, the rainy season, which had lasted for half a month, suddenly stopped.
The sky cleared. A ray of light pierced the clouds, blanketing the snow-white bundle in Caden Albright’s arms, as if The Beast God himself was offering a blessing to the newborn child.
Just then, the little snow-white furball stirred, revealing the black, six-pointed Star Pattern on her forehead.
A precious Six-star Pattern. The little maiden.
Unfortunately, she had inherited her Beast-father’s bloodline. She, too, was a Fallen Beastman.
Caden Albright gazed down at the snow-white furball in his arms. As his eyes fell upon the Star Pattern on her forehead, his arms tightened. A sharp glint flashed through his amber eyes before they instantly softened to an extreme tenderness.
This incident had made him understand.
’I have to become stronger, strong enough to protect my female and my child.’
Caden Albright concealed his emotions and looked up at Evangeline, a look of pure contentment blooming across his bewitchingly beautiful face.
’His child.’
’His female.’
*
Taking advantage of the clear skies at first light, Thorne and Caden Albright quickly packed their things.
With the little furball in her arms, Evangeline left the Grymdale Tribe without a backward glance.
To her, it was just an insignificant waystation on her mission’s journey.
Her mission was far from over. The road ahead was long and arduous.
She would not linger long in any one place. Everything she did was for the sake of a better life to come.
Elias Moretti stood at the highest point in the tribe, his scarlet eyes locked on the slender figure receding into the distance.
His face was a mask of gloom. He ground his knuckles against the rock wall until they bled. ’Why does Thorne get to go with her? Why can I never measure up to my little brother?’
Elias Moretti’s heart seethed with resentment and jealousy.
He refused to give up so easily on a female who made his very blood boil.
’Because I know there will never be another one.’
Gable came up behind him. Watching Evangeline’s small group disappear, he sighed and gently patted Elias Moretti’s shoulder. "It’s for the best. With them gone, the tribe can finally be at peace."
Elias Moretti didn’t turn around. His voice was hoarse. "Have you given the orders?"
Gable looked at him and let out a low sigh. "Even if our people keep quiet, the news will get out sooner or later. Don’t forget, Saskia got away."
At the mention of Saskia, the gloom in Elias Moretti’s scarlet eyes deepened.
He clenched his fist, and the rock he was gripping crumbled to dust.
"Leave no stone unturned—"
"You will find her!"
*
After only two weeks, the rainy season had completely washed out the mountain paths, submerging them.
"Eva, where are we going now?" Thorne, leading the way, cleared deadwood from the water’s surface. Rainwater dripped from the leaves above, tracing a silver line down his strong brow.
Caden Albright strode steadily through the neck-deep floodwater, the muscles of his back drawn into taut, sharp lines.
Evangeline sat on his back, holding Bunny in one arm while casually brushing aside hanging vines with her other hand.
Hearing Thorne’s question, Evangeline narrowed her eyes, lost in thought.
’Seven Beast Husbands,’ she mused. ’Setting aside Caden Albright and Thorne for now... Danton is thousands of miles away, so far my Contract Mark can’t even sense him. Lachlan is in the Frost-plain Tribe. I’d like to win him over, but by the time we got there, the rumors would have already spread across the snowy plains. That would just be bringing disaster down on him.’
’Not that I’m afraid, but the people of the Frost-plain Tribe certainly wouldn’t welcome us.’
’Showing up so rashly would only earn Lachlan’s resentment and delay my progress in winning him over.’
’So, setting those four aside, that leaves the other three...’
Evangeline’s hand dropped behind her, her fingertips gently caressing the hottest of the Contract Marks at her waist.
She narrowed her eyes. ’The one closest to me now... should be Drake, right?’
Thorne, turning his head, caught her movement. His sinuous body froze, his serpent tail tightening abruptly. A dangerous light entered his dark green eyes. "You promised you’d bear my child first!"
His gaze swept over the mark on her waist—a great, crimson-gold bird with outstretched Feather Wings. His voice was thick with a jealousy he couldn’t suppress. "If we go looking for that bird now, once he gets his hooks in you, where will that leave me in line?"
Although Drake had also suffered a tragic fate, Thorne had no doubt the other man would be all too willing to come back to her.
Evangeline chuckled, tapping a finger on the Contract Mark. "What’s the matter? Afraid you can’t compete with him?"
Thorne’s brow furrowed in anger. He sneered and was about to speak when Evangeline added, "He’s the closest. And that makes him the most suitable for a... ’chance encounter,’ wouldn’t you say?"
’She really did want to meet him—this fierce bird with broken wings.’
