The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 122: Who to Spend the Night With Tonight?

’They are all my men, but each of their situations is different. If I were truly forced to choose, I’d inevitably end up in a no-win situation, pleasing no one.’

’I promised Thorne that when I returned, I would bear his cub.’

’But The Everwake, that dangerous character, is clearly a more valuable prize right now. The opportunity is fleeting. If I miss this chance, the next one to win him over will be hard to find.’

’Then there’s Lachlan, Nix, and even Caden Albright... None of them are easy to handle.’

’Even though I already have a cub with Caden Albright, men, just like women, need to be coaxed and coddled.’

’I’m a master of this game, so of course, I won’t neglect any of them. I have to keep things balanced, to shower my affection on all of them equally! Give each Beast Husband a home, happily complete my mission, and then retire in peace and quiet.’

Lachlan grilled the meat, which sizzled as it cooked, becoming crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Before long, the meat skewers were served on the bamboo table, their golden, crispy skin glistening with a tempting layer of oil.

Evangeline led the men to sit around the table under the eaves of the bamboo house. As dusk settled in, the torrential downpour brought with it a gust of wind.

The Everwake stood with his arms crossed, staring coldly at the group. His rainbow-colored eyes held a chill even more intense than usual.

Evangeline’s eyes curved, and her ambiguous gaze roamed over his body.

The Everwake’s jaw tightened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed almost imperceptibly. He finally took a deep breath and sat down next to Lachlan. Of all the men there, Lachlan was the only one who didn’t seem dangerous.

Evangeline’s gaze shifted. She turned to Thorne, who was sitting beside her, and gave him a meaningful look. "Today is a good day. We’re finally reunited after so long, so we should celebrate."

The Everwake scoffed coldly, a mocking look appearing in his eyes.

Pretending not to have heard him, Evangeline produced a large jug of wine. As she poured, the amber liquid swirled in the large bowls, and its fragrance instantly filled the air.

Her fingertips brushed lightly over the wine jug as a cunning glint appeared in her eyes. "Everyone, have a taste. This wine is brewed from Spirit Rice. It will help you refine your Beast Crystals."

As she spoke, her gaze swept over their chests, where their variously colored Beast Crystals seemed to be glowing.

The wine’s aroma was fragrant and pervasive, incredibly mellow as it spread through the air like a rosy mist.

The males all straightened their backs in unison, and a strange light flickered in their Beast Eyes. Spirit Rice could indeed refine the power of their Beast Crystals, but this wine also contained a hint of something that made their beast blood boil.

Thorne had been pondering the meaning behind Evangeline’s earlier look when the potent aroma of the wine captivated him. His dark green, vertical pupils suddenly constricted into thin slits, and his nostrils flared. "Eva, this wine..."

Evangeline tilted her head back and downed a bowl, then leaned in and pressed her fingertips lightly on Thorne’s shoulder. Her breath carried the intoxicating scent of wine. "The wine’s effect is much stronger than Spirit Rice. It has a huge kick, so take it easy."

"Even stronger than Spirit Rice?" Thorne’s knuckles tightened unconsciously. His throat bobbed, and a bright light shone in his eyes.

’I know how potent Spirit Rice is. This wine is even stronger—just smelling it is making my Beast Crystal burn. If I drink more of it, won’t I be able to advance to an Eight-Star Pattern sooner?’

At this thought, Thorne picked up the large bowl and drained the amber liquid in one gulp!

The next moment, Thorne let out a muffled groan. Black scale patterns flickered into view on the side of his neck. The dark scales seemed to have a life of their own, pulsing as they emitted a fine web of violent, blinding lightning.

Evangeline frowned as she watched him. Seeing his strong reaction, an almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips.

’I’d originally planned to give him a bit of a private advantage, to make things easier for him since I’d already made a promise. But looking at things now, it seems Thorne is going to be the first one to fall in this little drinking party.’

"Invigorating!" Thorne stared at the wine jug, his dark green pupils burning as if they had been forged in fire.

He raised his hand to pour more but Evangeline rapped him on the back of the hand with her chopsticks. "Eat something before you drink more, or the kick will be even stronger! You’ve been busy all day, aren’t you hungry? You’ll get drunk later."

"Drunk? What’s drunk?" Thorne blinked, his long eyelashes fluttering a few times. Perhaps the alcohol was already getting to his head, because his deep, exotic, dark green eyes were now glistening with a watery sheen.

Evangeline poked his forehead. "It’s this feeling you have right now. Light-headed."

"Light... headed? What’s light-headed?" He tilted his head, and in the hazy, alcohol-scented air, his sharp, chiseled features somehow softened, taking on a dewy, docile look.

"Idiot!" The Everwake shot Thorne a sidelong glance, utterly despising this act of playing dumb to please their female master. He used to be a man who lived on the edge; to think he had now learned to act cute to curry favor!

The bewitching butterfly pattern on his cheek shimmered, lending his handsome face a dangerous, uncanny beauty.

Evangeline raised her eyes lazily, a hint of amusement in her gaze. "Why don’t you have a taste?"

She pushed the wine toward The Everwake. "You’re so full of pride, looking at everyone with such disdain. I’d like to see just how many more rounds you can last than Thorne." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Fine, I’ll drink." The Everwake sneered, then tilted his head back and poured the entire bowl of wine down his throat.

The wine was sweet, crisp, and mellow, a thousand times better than the ambrosia offered up by The Swarm!

The Everwake’s rainbow-colored eyes suddenly constricted to pinpricks. A hot current rose in his belly, and a searing wave of heat rushed through his entire body!

His pale fingertips gripped the rim of the bowl tightly. He was stunned to realize that a hidden injury from his near-death transformation years ago—an agonizing pain that felt like ten thousand ants gnawing at his bones on full-moon nights—was actually mending, inch by inch, in this warm current!

He stared at Evangeline in disbelief. The bewitching butterfly pattern on his cheek began to move slowly, as if it were alive, tracing a strangely beautiful, dark light across his pale face. "You..."

Evangeline didn’t even spare him a glance, simply pushing the wine toward Nix and Lachlan, who were still observing. "You two have a taste as well. It’s good stuff."

Nix slowly raised his eyes. His purple pupils were like the stagnant water of a deep pool. A faint ripple spread through the wine as his fingertips touched the bowl.

He tilted his head back and drank it all. The amber liquid trickled from the corner of his mouth, leaving a glistening trail.

The wine wet his violet curls, which clung damply to his neck. As his Adam’s apple quivered slightly, from Evangeline’s angle, she could see the liquid trace a path into the hollow of his collarbone before disappearing onto his firm chest.

Lachlan was also obedient. He raised the wine bowl to his lips with an elegant motion. As his Adam’s apple bobbed, even the sound of his swallowing was perfectly subtle. His handsome profile, framed by the hazy curtain of rain, looked like something out of an ancient painting.

His long eyelashes cast a shadow, seeming to hold the glistening, undried halo of the wine, a sight that could make one’s heart flutter.

Evangeline propped her chin on her hand, her gaze shifting from one man to the next. ’These Beast Husbands of mine,’ she sighed to herself, ’are truly top-tier specimens.’

Caden Albright gently closed the bamboo door, shutting Bunny’s even breathing inside the room.

A cool breeze carried a familiar wisp of wine’s fragrance, curling around the tip of his nose.

The long corners of his eyes curved up, tinged with red. He turned his head and his gaze met Evangeline’s. She was leaning lightly against a bamboo pillar, her beautiful, fox-like eyes tilted up slightly, a teasing, fragmented light dancing within them.

Their eyes met. And though nothing was said, it felt as if everything had been.

"Come have a taste. It’s brewed from Spirit Rice." Evangeline beckoned to him.

Caden Albright came forward and sat down. His long, narrow eyes swept over the tipsy state of the others at the table, and a dark glint flashed in their depths. He picked up a wine bowl, took a light sip, and remarked with some surprise, "It’s quite mellow."

With that, Caden Albright picked up the wine jug and refilled the bowls of the other men, the liquid rippling. "Drink up. Eva prepared this especially for you. Don’t let her efforts go to waste."

Her gaze flickered toward him. ’A fox,’ she thought, ’is truly a master of intrigue.’