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.

around and

he was unconscious, I had to carry him on my

still pouring

some shelter for us as soon as possible and check

left a deep footprint in

full-grown male on my back was such a struggle that veins stood out

walk, I

so the cave was

I could temporarily avoid danger

prince into the cave, I set him

too big nor

just big enough for the two of

raised slate was

wet clothes, and his handsome face was

"I'm sorry, Mr.Jones,"

began to take

the only way I can prevent your condition

the more dangerous

sick, his

all his clothes,

his clothes and

nearby and

temperature in the cave rose

dim glow of the fire, I

not

shone attractively in the dim light, and his chest and abdomen muscles looked like they

eyes wandered downward, I saw something that made

was so big! Startled, I quickly tore

heart was pounding

you

his forehead.His forehead was

"Cold..."

was

eyes were still closed, and his long eyelashes

found that his whole body

added more and more branches to the fire, but

He just kept shivering.

knew that the cold could leave

about it, there was only one idea that I

still raining

more vampires appeared, we would be

I had no choice but

completely, sat on the large slate, and hugged

yet the most effective

a matter of life or death, I couldn't care about anything

help but feel

could clearly feel the heat emanating from every

was having a

same time, he

no idea what to

are you feeling

him tighter, trying to pass the heat in my body

arms around my body and leaned his handsome face

the scene in front of my eyes

it pressed against my bare chest, it seemed to start a

skin gradually

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