Bai Wanwan watched as Hua Han, after struggling fruitlessly again and again, collapsed in exhaustion. His chest heaved violently, and only his scarlet eyes still glared defiantly at the sky. A broken whimper, like that of a wounded cub, escaped his throat...
She whirled around, unable to bear the sight any longer.
Every glance these past few days had felt like a knife twisting in her heart.
She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.
'Today it's Hua Han. What if it's Xin Feng, Yan Lie, or Chou Rong next? What will they do?'
Her hand subconsciously drifted to her swollen belly. It was heavy, and the feeling of new life stirring within was so clear.
But at this moment, she felt none of her usual joy, her face an icy mask.
She had to accumulate more Points as quickly as possible.
'I have to make my men the most powerful males on this vast continent.'
Only then could she, her mates, and their cubs live here in peace and happiness.
