Outcast: The Alpha King's Beloved

Jennifer's POV:

Oh my God! How could Prince Anthony stand behind me to shield me from 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 made me inhale 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 same time, 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, making me go 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 came to 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.

turned around

on my back as I traveled through the forest,

was still pouring down

had to find some shelter for us as soon as possible and

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

back was such a struggle that veins stood out on my forehead, and I had to grit

walk, I finally stumbled

there might be more vampires lurking nearby, so the cave was a good place

temporarily avoid danger

cave,

was neither too

big enough for the two of

the raised slate was the

the slate in wet clothes, and his handsome

"I'm sorry, Mr.Jones,"

as I began to take his

way I can

the more dangerous for him to continue wearing these

he fell sick, his injury might worsen

off all his clothes,

the driest part of his clothes and wrapped his wound with

some withered branches from nearby and

in the

glow of the fire, I

physique was so well-maintained that there was not an

light, and his chest and abdomen muscles looked like they

saw something that made

big! Startled, I quickly tore my

pounding hard against my

you feel

forehead was

"Cold..."

only word Anthony was able to muster between

closed, and his long eyelashes

his whole body was

desperately added more and more branches to the

He just kept shivering.

could leave

was only one idea that I had

still

vampires appeared, we

no choice

mind, I stripped down completely, sat on the large

the most effective way to warm someone

life or death, I

help but

heat emanating from every

having

he kept shivering from the

had no idea what

are you feeling

trying to pass the heat in my body

arms around my body and

was unconscious, but the scene in front of my eyes still

pressed against my bare chest,

fair skin

to push his