The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 77: The Cover is Blown

Caden Albright’s gaze locked onto the familiar Cold Frost Whip in Evangeline’s hand, his Beast Eyes narrowing abruptly.

Amidst a swirling black mist, he had already shifted into his human form.

His silver-white hair, like moonlight, had yet to fully settle before his slender figure was already upon her. The snow-white beast skin at his waist whipped about, revealing the lean, sleek lines of his waist.

He reached out, intending to snatch the long whip from her hand!

In a flash, Thorne also returned to his human form. The lines of his pale face were stark and cold, his eyes deep-set. His dark green pupils swept over Caden Albright, his expression clouded with gloom and a heavy, murderous aura clinging to him.

He intercepted Caden Albright’s wrist with lightning speed, his knuckles tightening mercilessly as lightning crackled from his hand. "Are you looking to die?"

Caden Albright seemed oblivious to the pain, allowing the bolts of lightning erupting from Thorne’s fingers to scorch his flesh black.

His fingers, like an iron vise, clamped down on the long whip. His gaze was chillingly sharp, and his almost ethereally beautiful face radiated a ghastly killing intent. "Flora’s whip. Why is it in your hand?"

As he spoke, an unnatural red bloomed at the corners of his eyes, and the whip in his palm began to creak, as if about to shatter under the strain.

Thorne’s gaze flickered between Evangeline and Caden Albright for a second, and his knuckles couldn’t help but tighten further.

In that brief moment, he understood. The cub in her womb belonged to the Fallen Beastman before him.

He took a deep breath and released his grip on Caden Albright’s hand. His dark green eyes fell upon Evangeline, his voice unreadable. "I’d also like to know why Flora’s whip is in your hand, Evangeline."

As he uttered her name, his gaze shifted to the Beast Spirit Flower blooming on her forehead.

’If he hadn’t been standing guard at the foot of the Frost-plain Tribe’s snowy mountain and seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it. The same Evangeline who had fled into hiding with Danton had actually descended from the snow-capped peak, soaring through the wind and snow.’

’He had only ever seen such a light, ethereal bearing—so leisurely and free—on one other person.’

’The reason he was certain Evangeline was Flora was that she had used the long whip in the Oasis Tribe.’

’That familiar, cold glint from the whip... who else could it be but Flora?’

’And if that wasn’t enough proof, what about the Beast Spirit Flower blooming on her forehead?’

’A female from the Frost-plain Tribe, a female wielding the Cold Frost Whip, a female carrying a cub... All these coincidences converged, confirming a truth that was bursting to be revealed.’

’They solidified into an answer that made his heart stop.’

’Flora was Evangeline.’

At that moment, he finally understood the source of Elias Moretti’s taunting gazes—at times mocking, at times smug and triumphant.

Fate had played such a cruel trick on him.

The enemy he’d poured all his hatred into destroying was, in the end, the same female who had extended a hand of salvation to him from the depths of The Abyss.

This absurd truth was like a poison-laced bone knife, carving out his heart inch by inch.

Thorne’s arms hung at his sides, his slender fingers clenched into tight fists as his dark green eyes slowly turned scarlet.

’He couldn’t deny it. When he learned that Flora was Evangeline, he had suffered, he had struggled, and the surging tide of his hatred had nearly drowned him once more. And yet, the moment he saw her in danger, he had shielded her behind him without a second thought.’

He needed an explanation.

Hearing Thorne’s raw, hoarse voice, Caden Albright tightened his grip on the long whip.

He wasn’t a fool, either.

Caden Albright’s beautiful, otherworldly fox-like eyes stared intently at the Beast Spirit Flower on her forehead before drifting down to her gently swelling abdomen. A wave of pain rolled up from the depths of his heart.

It was a pain far worse than when he had peeled the skin from his own face, devoured the Beast Crystal, and plunged to the bottom of Thorncliff. It hurt so much his fingertips trembled; it hurt so much he could barely breathe.

Even without looking up, Evangeline could feel two searing gazes locking her in place like shackles. The atmosphere was suffocating. Her fingertips curled unconsciously, and the Cold Frost Whip in her palm emitted a faint hum.

’Well... so much for hiding.’

’My cover’s blown.’

’If I pretended to have amnesia right now, could I get away with it?’

"Ugh..."

Evangeline suddenly let out a muffled groan, her face turning deathly pale. Her long, delicate eyelashes trembled violently, and her brows knitted together, her expression a mask of pure agony.

She suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. A shocking trail of crimson trickled down from the corner of her lips.

Evangeline seemed to be in so much pain that her slender back bowed, and she collapsed forward weakly.

"Evangeline—"

Thorne’s dark green pupils contracted to slits. He cried out in alarm, catching her and pulling her into his embrace.

She was as light as a fragile snowflake. As she rested against his chest, another trickle of blood spilled from her lips. The warm liquid felt like fire as it soaked through the Beast Skin Clothes on his chest, searing him with pain.

He trembled all over, his knuckles digging into her shoulders as the corners of his eyes reddened. His voice was a hoarse, broken rasp. "What’s wrong? Evangeline? Where does it hurt? What’s happening? What in the world is happening?"

Tears streamed down Evangeline’s face, but as she looked at the two of them, she suddenly gave a faint smile.

She was born bewitchingly beautiful, with sharp, striking features, but lying there so close to death, her face drained of all color, the sight of her was simply heart-wrenching.

"I’m sorry... I was wrong..."

She reached out to grasp Thorne’s fingers, then lifted her gaze to Caden Albright. Her weeping sounded like the broken wail of a young animal.

"I only wanted... to make it up to you both..."

It was as if those few short words had taken all her strength.

Her breathing was shallow, as if she might fade away at any moment.

"Evangeline, how can I save you?! How do I save you—" Thorne’s face was ashen, his dark green eyes turning red. The arms holding Evangeline were rigid.

He was trembling from head to toe with fear.

Nearby, Caden Albright’s knees slammed heavily onto the ground, the brilliant color seeming to drain from his magnificent features.

He stared at her, unable to utter a single word.

Caden Albright’s Adam’s apple bobbed. A hot liquid spilled from his amber eyes and fell onto her pale cheek—it was impossible to tell if it was blood or tears. "It was me... I’m the one who hurt you... It was me..."

Memories surged, dragging him back in an instant to the base of Thorncliff.

"—Being like this... it feels a lot like we’re on a honeymoon."

"—A honeymoon..."

"—It’s when a male, after forming a Contract, carries a female on his back and travels over every inch of the Beastman Continent."

"—Just like you’re doing now." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"..."

Caden Albright’s face was pale, a choked sob escaping his throat.

His silver-white hair fell around him as bitterness spread through his chest. "Evangeline, why do you always lie to me?"

Evangeline’s fingers weakly clutched the corner of Caden Albright’s clothes. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but her expression softened as she whispered, "Don’t... don’t cry. I’m okay... I’m just so tired..."

"I’m sorry..."

Leaning in Thorne’s arms, Evangeline’s gaze dimmed, and she lost consciousness.

’She knew them too well.’

’Thorne’s paranoid gloom and Caden’s volatile cruelty were like poisoned thorns. Only the sight of blood could make those sharp points soften, preventing them from hurting others and themselves.’

’After all, this whole situation was far too complicated to be explained in just a few words.’

In the final moment before her consciousness sank into darkness, Evangeline had a fleeting thought.

’I wonder if this little act will work? When I wake up, will Caden Albright and Thorne feel sorry for me? Will they be able to calm down, get along, and make peace with me?’