The Villainess Wants a Divorce: Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears Chapter 41: Is He Trying to Please Me?

Although she couldn’t transform, sleeping on the haystack was barely acceptable.

In this way, she was in the sa room as her Beast Husband.

Outsiders naturally wouldn’t suspect anything.

Moreover, she knew well that she wasn’t afraid of these Beast Husbands making a move on her.

Ever since she beca their mate, every one of them had been branded with her Beast Seal.

That was a soul-level contract mark with absolute control.

With just a thought, she could make them wish for death.

Because of this, no matter how much resentnt they held for her, they dared not act recklessly.

Just as she bent down, reaching to pick up the neatly folded Beast Skin next to her to lay it on the hay as a mat.

A figure suddenly rushed in from the doorway.

It was Wyatt Yardley.

He was holding a few thick, soft Beast Skins in his arms.

"I’ll do it."

He swiftly squatted down.

First, he carefully patted the slightly ssy hay smooth.

Then he layered on three Beast Skins, each laid perfectly in place.

Finally, he selected a thick white snow fox skin, gently placing it on top.

"It’ll be more comfortable to lie on like this."

Seraphina Caldwell quietly watched from the side.

A faint doubt suddenly arose in her heart.

Is he trying to please ?

But the thought passed fleetingly.

She didn’t dwell on it.

After all, in this world of the strong preying on the weak, any warmth could hide a calculation.

She rely paused slightly, then nodded.

"Thank you, good night."

As she finished speaking, she climbed onto the little bed made of hay and Beast Skins.

Lying down with her back to the others, she closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

In truth, she was far from asleep.

Slowly, she gathered her thoughts.

The next second, her consciousness quietly slipped into a space that was uniquely hers.

The space remained the sa as ever, small and desolate.

Only a small patch of dark soil.

In the corner, there was an inconspicuous puddle, the water surface murky and the quantity very little.

Everything here seed so barren.

Seraphina couldn’t afford to lant, hastily reaching deep into her pocket.

Carefully, she pulled out a few Honey Juice Fruit Seeds she’d secretly stashed during the day.

These seeds were ticulously picked out one by one from the pulp while drinking juice.

She squatted down, burying the seeds one by one in the dark soil.

But just as she’d finished burying them, her joy was short-lived as her brows furrowed tightly.

There was no water for irrigation!

The Spiritual Spring in the space had long dried up.

Seraphina stared helplessly at the freshly turned soil.

She knew all too well.

Without water, these seeds wouldn’t even have a chance to break their shells, let alone sprout.

She sat on the ground, deep in thought.

Should she quietly climb out of bed to bring in so stored water from the earthen pots outside?

Even if just a few drops?

But the risk was too great.

If soone discovered her moving around at night, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.

Suddenly, a loud noise.

Seraphina’s eyes snapped open, her heart nearly leaping into her throat.

She quickly looked up, using the cold moonlight streaming in through the vent.

Wyatt Yardley stood with his back to her, in the center of the room.

His lower half had transford into a long, cold, silver-white snake tail.

Yet his upper body remained human.

But his head was furiously ramming against the thick wooden pillar supporting the roof, repeatedly.

Blood continuously oozed from his forehead.

"Wyatt!"

Evan Orwell was the first to react, leaping up from the ground.

Gideon Larkin and Kaelan Hawthorne quickly regained their senses too.

The three of them almost simultaneously crashed into Wyatt’s body, using all their strength to hold him down.

Isaac Vaughn followed closely, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Soon, a wisp of eerie blue spiritual power glowed.

The light, like fine flowing threads, precisely wrapped around Wyatt’s wrists, ankles, and the strong snake tail.

Wyatt was still wildly twisting his body.

His eyeballs had completely turned deep red.

From deep within his throat ca a continuous low and hoarse roar.

Her breathing was rapid, her gaze fixed on the scene in front of her.

Her eyes were full of shock and fear.

She had never seen Wyatt like this.

The normally calm and composed male had beco so berserk.

"What... happened to him?"

Seraphina’s voice trembled slightly.

Evan Orwell half-squatted beside Wyatt, one hand firmly pressing down on his violently struggling shoulder.

"He’s still in his rut! Without solace, the turmoil inside can’t be suppressed, piling up until it bursts out. At this point, a male’s instinct completely overrides reason. Only a female’s pheromone can soothe him by willingly drawing close."

Seraphina was stunned, her heart tightening suddenly.

Just that morning, Wyatt was only looking exhausted.

She had then allowed Gideon to carry her back to the camp ahead.

Who would’ve thought, within just a few hours, the situation deteriorated so rapidly.

She unknowingly clenched her fists, a wave of intense self-bla surging in her heart.

No matter how awkward or embarrassing it would’ve been in the afternoon, she should have stayed with him.

At least let him hold her once.

Seeing Seraphina keep her head down in prolonged silence, Evan thought she was frightened.

"If you feel it’s too much, we can tie him securely with strong vines until morning. Maybe once his emotions subside, he’ll regain control."

"Can we resu our journey tomorrow?"

Seraphina suddenly looked up.

What she feared most was never danger.

Not the hardship, but the delay in ti.

The rainy season was approaching, flash floods and landslides could happen at any mont.

Each day lost was an added risk of her father’s cave collapsing.

She dared not imagine if she would reach only to find a cold corpse.

Evan slowly shook his head.

"If he’s still like this tomorrow, we won’t make it fast. We’ll have to take turns watching him, aning at least two more days."

"I’ll calm him."

Seraphina suddenly spoke.

"But he’s too dangerous right now, I can’t risk it. You must bind him securely with the sturdiest vines and Isaac’s spiritual power chains, ensuring he can’t harm ."

As soon as the words were spoken, all the Beast Husbands were stunned.

Gideon, who was about to grab so vines, suddenly froze mid-action.

His ice-blue eyes widened.

Isaac and Kaelan also stared dumbfounded at Seraphina.

Their minds drew a blank.

"Alright."

Evan was the first to co back to his senses.

His tone was calm, his gaze steady on Seraphina.

"We will keep you safe and ensure he doesn’t harm you."

Isaac imdiately intensified the control of his spiritual power.

The pale purple glow tightened, wrapping around Wyatt.

Circle after circle, leaving no gaps.

Wyatt continued to struggle fiercely, muscles taut.

But under the suppression of the spiritual power, the strength gradually weakened.

Until his struggle grew increasingly weak.

Only then did everyone cautiously gather closer, lifting him gently together.

Placing him carefully beside Seraphina on the haystack.

In the darkness, females could barely discern outlines.

Only when he lay next to her did Seraphina manage to see him clearly.

Her gaze swept over his face inch by inch, heart tightening involuntarily.

His face was veined, the wound on his forehead still oozing blood.