Outcast: The Alpha King's Beloved

Chapter 27: Going Wild In The Cave

Jennifer's POV:

Oh my God! How could Prince Anthony stand behindto shieldfrom the bullet? Didn't he know that it was a silver bullet? Didn't he understand the damage that a silver bullet would do to a werewolf? Once hit by it, a werewolf was likely to die on the spot.

"Mr.Jones, are you okay?"

Seeing the wound on his arm madeinhale sharply, and my hands reached out in a hurry to hold him.

"You are bleeding."

If he had gotten shot by an ordinary bullet, his injury wouldn't have been this serious.

For werewolves, silver bullets could do deadly damage.

Anthony's drained of color, and he fell into my arms.

When he saw that I was fine, his lips curved up into a small smile.

"It's good that you are fine."

After uttering these words in a shaky, barely audible voice, he fainted.

My eyes turned red and my heart ached.

I choked with sobs.

The vampires who were about to retreat surrounded us again after seeing that Anthony was injured.

They held their pistols and stared at us coldly, waiting for the opportunity to kill both of us.

In the face-off, a bolt of lightning streaked through the sky, followed by the rumble of thunder.

The next moment, heavy rain poured down from the heavens.

I had to protect Anthony, so I couldn't turn into the form of a wolf now.

Holding Anthony with one arm and a pistol in my other, I stood in the rain facing a group of vicious vampires.

As if making up their minds at the stime, those vampires charged forward in unison.

Their eyes shone with a murderous glint.

I tried my best to keep calm.

Holding Anthony tightly to make sure that he didn't fall, I desperately pulled the trigger of the pistol, shooting bullet after bullet at the onslaught of vampires.

They grimaced and fell to the ground one by one.

I roared wildly in the rain as I shot at them, ignoring the blood splattering violently on me.

Since they had dared to hurt the prince, I would let them pay the price.

This single thought filled my mind, makinggo berserk and fight ruthlessly with my enemies.

I didn't know if I looked more like a devil from hell, or a lunatic desperately hanging on for dear life.

But after a while, the fierce battle finally cto an end.

I had single-handedly taken down all the vampires, but my whole body was drenched with blood.

My shoulders heaved up and down as I tried to catch my breath.

I looked at the corpses lying all over the ground and sneered.

Then, I turned around and left with Anthony.

Since he was unconscious, I had to carry him on my back as I traveled through the forest, albeit with much difficulty.

The rain was still pouring down with great intensity.

I had to find sshelter for us as soon as possible and check his injury first.

With every step I took, I left a deep footprint in the muddy ground.

Walking amidst with the rain with a full-grown male on my back was such a struggle that veins stood out on my forehead, and I had to grit my teeth.

After a long walk, I finally stumbled upon a cave.

I knew that there might be more vampires lurking nearby, so the cave was a good place to take shelter in.

At least I could temporarily avoid danger in here.

After carrying the prince into the cave, I set him down on a slate.

The cave was neither too big nor too small.

It was just big enough for the two of us to hide in.

The ground was covered with weeds, and the raised slate was the only place that was clean.

Anthony was lying on the slate in wet clothes, and his handsface was stained with blood.

"I'm sorry, Mr.Jones,"

I murmured as I began to take his clothes off.

"This is the only way I can prevent your condition from getting worse."

Since he was injured, it was all the more dangerous for him to continue wearing these wet clothes.

If he fell sick, his injury might worsen as well.

I quickly took off all his clothes, including his underwear.

Then I tore the driest part of his clothes and wrapped his wound with it.

After that, I found swithered branches from nearby and started a small fire in the cave.

The temperature in the cave rose gradually.

In the dim glow of the fire, I could clearly see Anthony's naked body.

His physique was so well-maintained that there was not an ounce of extra fat on his body.

His wheat-colored skin shone attractively in the dim light, and his chest and abdomen muscles looked like they had been carved from stone.

When my eyes wandered downward, I saw something that madelet out a gasp.

It was so big! Startled, I quickly tore my gaze away.

My heart was pounding hard against my chest.

"Mr.Jones, do you feel uncomfortable?"

I asked worriedly, touching his forehead.His forehead was practically burning.He must have a fever.

"Cold..."

It was the only word Anthony was able to muster between chattering teeth.

His eyes were still closed, and his long eyelashes quivered over them.

I took a closer look and found that his whole body was trembling slightly, and even his lips turned blue.

I desperately added more and more branches to the fire, but he showed no signs of feeling better.

He just kept shivering.

I knew that the cold could leave irreversible effects on him.

No matter how much I thought about it, there was only one idea that I had to help him in this situation.

It was still raining outside.

And if more vampires appeared, we would be dead meat.

Since we couldn't go out, I had no choice but to warm him up myself.

Making up my mind, I stripped down completely, sat on the large slate, and hugged him.

It was the most primitive, yet the most effective way to warm someone up.

Since this was a matter of life or death, I couldn't care about anything else.

However, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

I could clearly feel the heat emanating from every inch of his skin.

He was having a high fever.

But at the stime, he kept shivering from the cold.

I had no idea what to do.

"Mr.Jones, are you feeling better?"

I hugged him tighter, trying to pass the heat in my body to his.

As if in response to my question, he wrapped his arms around my body and leaned his handsface against my chest.

I knew he was unconscious, but the scene in front of my eyes still madeblush.

His face was burning, and when it pressed against my bare chest, it seemed to start a fire there.

My fair skin gradually turned red.

I wanted to push his face away.

This position was too intimate for us to be in.

I gently pushed his head away, but unexpectedly, his head turned back and fell on my chest again.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Oh my God! What was going on? I had no choice but to maintain my current posture, but I stayed as still as possible.

I thought that I would have to spend the whole night in this position, but to my surprise, something even more embarrassing happened.

Anthony, who was still burning with fever, heldin his arms in a daze, with one hand around my waist and the other lifting my chin.

At this time, I saw his eyes open slightly.

"Mr.Jones, are you awake?"

I was so overjoyed that I forgot everything else.

As soon as I finished speaking, the prince pinneddown on the slate and pressed his soft lips against mine.He was kissing me.

My whole body stiffened, and my eyes opened wide.

The warmth on my lips was real.

The man in front ofwas as handsas a Greek god.

I was so bewitched by his face that, for a moment, I forgot to push him away.

"Jennifer..."

Anthony called my n affectionately, pullingback to my senses.

His handsface was flushed, and he seemed to be in a stupor.

Had he really called my njust now? Was he sleepwalking? Before I could figure out what was going on, his lips ravaged mine.

The tip of his tongue stuck into my mouth, stirring, sucking, and entangling wantonly.

His scent was intoxicating, puttingunder a spell.

Our lips and tongues continued dancing with each other.

I could feel my lips growing numb, as if they were about to be red and swollen.

I opened my eyes and saw his lips glistening red, which made my heart beat faster.

Sure enough, the temperature in the cave was rising.

While we were kissing, Anthony's hands started to becrestless.

His slender hands wandered around my body, takingby surprise.

In my head, I was shouting for him to stop, but my lips didn't listen.

His hand hesitated on my waist for a moment before sliding up to my chest.

He cupped my delicate breasts with his hands and stroked my nipples with his fingertips.

I couldn't stop trembling, and had to suppress the urge to let out a moan.

"Mr.Jones, please don't..."

I looked at him pitifully as I begged for him to stop.

To me, this was something that only mates could do.

But Anthony and I were only nominal mates.

We couldn't do this.We couldn't go on making this mistake.

But I had to admit, it was no easy feat to suppress my urges and refuse him.

If his hands continued to ravage my body, I would lose my mind and give into him.

Was I in love with him?