The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 432 - 325: A Rotten Idea

The eyes of several Beast Husbands were varied.

Corbin Crowley’s eyes were about to shed ice shards.

Rhys Blackwood felt even more chilled.

Kian Sterling lowered his gaze, gently stroking the little fox in his arms, his eyes dark as an abyss.

Zeke Veridian wanted to mock, but paused as he remembered something.

Malachi Arcanus was indifferent; it was nice that The Mad Dragon and Luna reconciled—family tidied and happy.

Looking at the two little cubs gnawing at his wrist from hunger, he felt instantly heartbroken.

Knowing Luna had a shadow over nursing, he didn’t dare mention it, just handed the cubs to Zeke, "Help me take care of them, I’ll catch two mother beasts that have just lactated."

He shoved the two cubs into Zeke’s arms and left the cave.

Zeke looked down at the two newborn black and red little beasts in his arms, extremely complicated in expression.

Could not help but think: If only these were his cubs, but alas, they are not...

Kian Sterling was unaware of Zeke’s thoughts, watching Malachi Arcanus’s departing back, glancing at the sweetly sleeping little fox in his arms, and thought his daughter hadn’t eaten, urgently said, "Malachi, fetch one for me as well."

Though the little one was sleeping soundly now, she would surely need to eat upon waking.

As for asking Luna to nurse, he dared not speak.

Malachi had already left the cave, gave no heed, whether he heard or not was uncertain.

Kian sighed softly and had no choice but to leave the little fox with Rhys Blackwood and go personally to catch a mother beast.

Rhys Blackwood, although displeased with the old fox, wouldn’t vent this on the newborn cub.

He didn’t say much, but still accepted the sweetly sleeping little fox.

Seeing it was a female cub, his expression subtly raised, a hint of envy flickered in his gaze.

The old fox was quite lucky, only one but it was female.

He had birthed eight, yet not a single female cub.

Suddenly feeling slightly disgruntled, the old sly fox managed to birth a female cub?

Thinking he had eight while the old fox only had one, he quickly regained psychological balance.

Kian Sterling did not miss the flash of envy in Rhys Blackwood’s eyes and his lips slightly curled, feeling momentarily comforted.

Hmph, so what if there are eight, they are all males, may not even find mates in the future.

Kian soon left as well.

Soren Phoenix and Mael Valerius did not have the problem of nursing; they hatched eggs, simply transformed into their essence, and incubated it beneath their bodies.

However, Valerius wanted to address emotional issues now.

At this moment, he had regained his memories, recalling the despicable acts he committed at Aerock, wishing he could beat himself to death, regretting immensely.

How could he use such hurtful, insulting, and exceedingly excessive words to harm Luna, even attempting to extract her soul and kill her?

Thankfully, Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, and others timely intervened.

Otherwise, if Luna had indeed been killed by him or died from soul extraction back then, he dared not imagine what would have become of him.

Probably would have followed suit in the tragedy.

Had it been such, it would truly be a human tragedy.

Luna Sutton felt only exhaustion; though the haystack beneath her was soft and she wore a clean outer garment for cushion, she was still uncomfortable sleeping.

She looked at Mael Valerius’s golden eyes almost bleeding, feeling the pain and regret within were genuine. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Yet, those heart-cutting words were also genuine.

She withdrew her wrist, which was gripping painfully, her voice fragile and fluttering: "Soul extraction? Mael Valerius, what do you take this for? A joke?"

"I really mean it, Luna, whatever it takes to relieve you..."

Mael Valerius’s golden eyes conveyed even more remorse, for he harmed the one closest to him for a segment of virtual, excessively romanticized, no longer existent individuals.

"Enough."

Luna Sutton abruptly interrupted him, her post-childbirth wounds getting caught, causing her to black out from pain as cold sweat broke out again.

The dragon egg was almost the size of a human child’s skull, when coming out...

"I don’t want to hear this. It hurts... so tired..."

She closed her eyes, turning her face to the side, her stance clearly resistant.

The tension in the cave was as tight as a fully drawn bowstring.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

"All right."

Corbin Crowley couldn’t help but intervene, breaking the deadlock.

He gently pulled Luna Sutton’s outer garment to cover her well, preventing her from catching cold.

Standing up, he looked towards Mael Valerius with a complicated expression: "Luna has just given birth, her body is very weak, she cannot handle wild emotional swings. Whatever needs to be said, wait until we return to the tribe, when Luna has recuperated, then speak."

He could relate to Valerius’s emotions, somewhat akin to his own situation back then.

Yet, the eagerness to seek Luna’s forgiveness at this moment was evidently not the right time.