The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 55: Still Not Satisfied?

Her way of walking, her tone of speaking, even a casual glance back, all made his heart tremble.

If he didn’t suppress that impulse, he feared he would end up doing something foolish like Wyatt Yardley.

He had asked Kaelan Hawthorne before why Seraphina Caldwell had changed so much recently.

Kaelan responded with a cold sneer.

"It’s just her little trick to fool idiots like us."

She convinced us to believe she had changed, making us willingly break the contract.

But once truly tied with her, she immediately turned back to that abusive female who tormented us daily.

Remembering the days of being tortured by her, Gideon Larkin gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the ripples in his heart.

He couldn’t be soft. He must never trust her again.

He would never make the same foolish mistakes as Wyatt Yardley.

Wyatt Yardley leisurely squatted down and gently swept the scattered wood chips on the ground into a dustpan.

After sweeping, he glanced sideways at Seraphina Caldwell, still standing there in a daze.

"What, haven’t had enough fun yet? Want to go another round?"

Seraphina’s pupils shrank sharply.

These words...

Weren’t they a bit too blunt?

Her ears flushed crimson instantly.

But she was only stunned for a brief moment before she immediately realized that this guy did not have good intentions.

Seraphina let out two dry laughs.

"No... really not, no need."

As she spoke, she instinctively took half a step back.

But at that moment, her back suddenly collided with a cold chest.

Seraphina whipped around! Isaac Vaughn stood right behind her.

He was so close that she had to crane her neck to see his face.

She had to admit it.

Isaac Vaughn was the most beautiful male she had ever seen in her life.

"I’m standing steadily, you can let go now."

Isaac looked down at her.

"Have you absorbed it all?"

Seraphina quickly changed the topic.

Isaac nodded slightly.

Only then did she notice that the color of the Beast Ring on his ankle had quietly changed.

No longer the original grayish-white, but a clear cold green.

It was the sign of advancement, proof of power enhancement.

It seemed his evolution went smoothly.

Seraphina grinned. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Congratulations, you made it to Green Rank."

Isaac gazed at her, his eyes pausing slightly.

Was she genuinely happy for him?

He really couldn’t understand her.

Why could she be defensive like a hedgehog one second, and the next, smile and bless his growth?

But he wasn’t in a rush.

Because no matter how deeply hidden a heart is, there will always be a time when it’s exposed.

At this moment, a faint blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Seraphina... I seem to be going into heat."

Isaac’s voice trembled slightly.

Before Seraphina could be shocked, Isaac lowered his gaze and continued speaking.

"The energy of the Green-tier Beast Crystal was too strong..."

"I... wasn’t prepared at all."

"I tried to suppress it, but it didn’t work."

He had attempted to use the cultivation technique to suppress it, but that restlessness from deep within the bloodline simply refused to be controlled.

The tree cave suddenly fell so silent even the sound of breathing could be heard.

The gazes of several beast husbands landed on Seraphina.

Isaac was a Green Rank strongman, and once he completely lost control, the entire cave would be in danger.

And the only one who could soothe his emotions was Seraphina.

They were all waiting to see what choice she would make.

Seraphina clenched her fists, her palms full of sweat.

Wyatt’s aura hadn’t dissipated yet, and her body still retained the burning heat.

Now, with Isaac entering his heat period, her body was already exhausted, and her spirit was on the brink of collapse.

How could she have the strength to deal with both?

She instinctively took a half-step back, afraid that he would impulsively pin her down.

This movement was so subtle it was almost unnoticeable, but Isaac’s gaze suddenly narrowed.

He was in heat, but he was still clear-headed.

Seeing her evasive eyes, Isaac’s hand, halfway reaching out, froze.

He lowered his eyes, no longer looking at her.

"Don’t be afraid. I told you, I’ll only hold you. Is that okay?"

He didn’t want to force her, even if his whole being was burning, even if his reason was unraveling bit by bit.

At these words, Seraphina finally dared to exhale softly.

She lifted her eyes to meet Isaac’s and found that although his face was flushed, his expression was restrained to the extreme.

Given Isaac’s hatred toward her, even if he was in heat, he probably wouldn’t truly hurt her, right?

She could barely accept sleeping alongside him.

Since becoming a member of The Pack of Mates, she had long become accustomed to being embraced by males overnight.

As long as they didn’t cross a line, she could tolerate it.

Isaac had always kept his promises. Since he said he’d only hold her, he wouldn’t break his word.

But she still looked at Wyatt.

She saw Wyatt leaning against the stone wall, his face flushed, sweat sliding down his forehead.

If she went to Isaac, who would comfort him?

Perceiving her gaze, Wyatt immediately said.

"My heat is almost over. You should calm him first."

"Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. Isaac’s situation is more dangerous, you have to prioritize stabilizing him."

Seraphina’s heart eased, and finally, she opened her arms toward Isaac.

She took steps toward the man who once wished to kill her with his own hands.

Isaac was stunned, hardly daring to believe his own eyes.

Was she actually moving toward him of her own will?

In theory, this was supposed to be his dream come true.

But now that it was really happening, he became flustered instead.

She was coming because of Wyatt, compromising because of the situation.

He knew very well that this approach had nothing to do with love.

A male in heat couldn’t control himself.

It was instinct, a call of the bloodline.

He was already on the verge of losing control, and a slight mistake would turn him into a beast fighting solely for possession.

If he completely lost his mind, the entire cave would turn into ruins, and Seraphina would be in terrible danger.

But no matter the danger, he needed her.

There was no other choice.

He bent down, firmly lifting her off the ground.

The Oceanic Tribe’s body temperature was always lower.

At this moment, the coldness from his body quietly seeped out.

The other three watched this scene silently, none of them spoke.

Isaac carefully placed Seraphina onto the pre-laid fur.

He then slowly lay down, closely pressed against her left side, his arm lightly resting on her waist.

Wyatt, seeing this, immediately lay down on her other side without hesitation.

Seraphina found herself sandwiched in the middle, her heart pounding like a drum.

These two, one cold like eternal ice.

One hot as burning magma.

Seraphina had no idea how to handle such a situation.

Left and right, both of them held her tightly.

She couldn’t move at all, not even daring to twitch a finger.

They were in their heat period, albeit not completely lost to it, their emotions were highly unstable.

If she dared to struggle, even if only to attempt turning over, they were likely to lose control in an instant and lash out.

She could only grit her teeth and endure.

After an indistinguishable passage of time, she finally heard the sound of long breaths nearby.

Quietly, she swept her gaze over the other three beast husbands in the tent.

None of the three had turned over, nor did they make any sound, it seemed they all had fallen completely asleep.

As a female, her night vision wasn’t as keen as a male’s.

She could only rely on memories from the day to assess each one’s injuries.

Isaac and Wyatt had suffered the most severe injuries during the battle, especially on the side of the waist and the back.

As for the other three, she didn’t intend to tend to their wounds now.

First, if either of these two beside her woke up, all her actions would be exposed.

Secondly, Evan Orwell, Gideon Larkin, and Kaelan Hawthorne’s injuries didn’t look that deep, mostly superficial wounds.