The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 24: What If He Loses Control?

"You..."

Seraphina bit her lip, her voice choked and trembling, as she frantically retreated again.

Her heart was filled with fear and confusion, her mind in complete disarray.

She didn’t even dare to imagine if a touch would reveal to him that she wasn’t the original Seraphina.

Wyatt saw her resistance and reluctantly stepped back half a step, trying to maintain distance.

But his body swayed, his gaze started to become unfocused, and his voice held a plea.

"I... I’m trying to hold on. But I’m afraid... I can’t make it. Can I... just have a hug?"

Seeing the sweat continuously streaming down from his forehead, Seraphina’s heart clenched tightly.

The way he looked was definitely not an act.

Logically speaking, males should only go into heat during the rainy season.

That was a fixed time each year when the world became hot and humid, and everything became restless and lively.

All the Beast Husbands entered a brief but intense period of physiological fluctuation at this time.

But it was just the beginning of spring, when the vegetation was barely green, and the cold had not yet dissipated. It wasn’t the climate for this.

How could there be a mating season now?

Could it be a mutation in his constitution?

Several possibilities flashed through her mind at lightning speed.

The memories of her original self were fragmented, and her basic understanding of this world remained superficial.

She only wanted to find her father and quickly rid herself of these Beast Husbands, never expecting to encounter such a situation on the road.

Though she knew that her original self’s calming power was weak, she never took it seriously.

After all, Wyatt was the major antagonist later in the story, incredibly devious, and unlikely to die from just going into heat.

So, he probably wouldn’t really be unable to endure it now.

At most, he was acting to gain sympathy, seizing the opportunity to test her limits.

But the problem was, if she ignored him, once he got through it, a vendetta would be formed.

Even if she were to coldly watch for just a few minutes, it would be remembered by him.

Someone like Wyatt wouldn’t confront you right away.

But he would definitely remember this moment of indifference.

At least until she found her father, she needed to rely on them for survival.

The outside was too dangerous, with fierce beasts rampant, poisonous miasma everywhere, and hostile tribes possibly lying in ambush at any moment.

With her delicate female form, finding her father was out of the question, even surviving to get out was hard.

Thinking of this, Seraphina looked up at Wyatt, her gaze becoming complex.

She wasn’t stone-hearted; seeing someone in such pain, she couldn’t completely remain indifferent.

Moreover, this male could have acted forcefully, yet he insisted on seeking her consent. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Currently, only a deep brown leather skirt wrapped around his waist, exposing a muscular upper body with well-defined lines.

Silver-gray long hair wetly clung to his shoulders.

Raindrops mixed with sweat left winding marks on his bronze skin.

The most captivating were those dark red eyes, which had been terrifyingly fierce earlier, now calm.

Clearly, one should avoid someone like him, yet there was an inexplicable allure.

Seraphina’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly shook off the strange feeling.

She cursed herself for being so distracted, of all times, getting lost in thought now.

This wasn’t love, absolutely not!

Seraphina stole a glance at him, a slight heat rising to her cheeks.

Perhaps... it wasn’t entirely unacceptable?

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her mind.

"If... you just hold me and sleep for one night, do nothing else, can you stay calm? I mean, no messing around, and no taking advantage. Just keep your distance and stay quietly."

Wyatt hadn’t really expected her to agree.

After all, he indeed had been too impulsive, crossing boundaries with words and actions.

Anyone else would not forgive him easily.

Unexpectedly, she relented.

He lifted his head abruptly.

"Yes! Of course, yes! As long as I can be close to you, smell your scent, feel your warmth, the turmoil inside can be subdued! Doing nothing else is fine, really! I swear!"

Seraphina was still a bit hesitant.

Although he sounded sincere, she, after all, had never had intimate contact with a man before.

Being too close to a male, skin touching.

Even if just sleeping, there was always some awkwardness and unease in her heart.

More critically, he was a Snake Clan anomaly, with a violent bloodline that, if out of control, could have unimaginable consequences.

If he suddenly lost control of his emotions and went into a beastly fury, wouldn’t she be walking herself into a trap?

She thought for a moment, bit her lip, and finally gathered the courage to add another line.

"Then... transform back into your original form. Hold me to sleep in your beast form."

This suggestion surprised even herself.

After all, the beast form was closer to the instinctual state, with fewer emotional fluctuations.

Easier to control than the human form.

Besides, she wasn’t really afraid of snakes.

Even before her transmigration, she had an interest in reptiles, even owning a silver-banded snake as a pet, feeding it daily, changing water, cleaning its cage.

That little snake was very gentle, never having bitten her.

So despite Wyatt’s massive size, she didn’t feel much fear.

Wyatt froze for a moment, clearly not expecting her to make such a request.

But he quickly understood.

She trusted him, yet set boundaries in her own way.

She wasn’t afraid of his true form, instead willing to accept him in that state.

This realization gave his heart a sudden jolt, a long-lost warmth quietly flooding his chest.

Without asking further, he solemnly agreed, "Alright. I’ll do as you say."

He knew well that whether or not he could soothe the turmoil was determined by closeness to the female.

Whether it was in human form or beast form didn’t matter.

Immediately, a slight cracking sound of bone movement came from his body.

A faint white light emerged on the surface of his skin, muscles stretched, the spine extended, and his entire figure began to shift rapidly.

His tall body gradually elongated, shoulders retracted, limbs regressed.

Ultimately transforming into an enormous snow-white python.

The entire serpent coiled on the ground, nearly ten meters in length, its body wider than an adult male’s waist.

He slowly moved his body, cautiously coiling around Seraphina in circles.

She had seen his beast form in daylight, although in a rush and hadn’t scrutinized it, just one glance left a deep impression.

Furthermore, it was a summer night now, the heat lingering, the air hot and sticky.

While the snake’s skin was naturally cold, smooth to touch, like a natural cooling device.

She watched the silver-white giant snake quietly enclosing itself to form a semi-sealed safe space, leaving just enough room in the middle for her to lie down.

She cautiously placed her back against the cool, smooth scales.

The touch was cool but not freezing, strangely reassuring.

She gently closed her eyes, her heartbeat gradually calming down.

Indeed comfortable.

A chill spread from her back.

The heat disappeared, her whole body felt as if immersed in a lake during an early autumn morning.

Already drowsy, coupled with fright, her mind had long been tense up to now.

Leaning against the cool "snake pillow," her body finally relaxed, her heart slowly calming.

Breathing soon evened out and lengthened, in no time she fell soundly asleep.