Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale had no idea why he didn’t bring anyone with him. Maybe it was for the same reason as her, not expecting that this place would be infested with wolves.

Barefoot, Jasmine Yale began to head towards Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney’s back was to her, and he didn’t notice her return.

Just then—

The wolf lunged back, pinning Sylvan Cheney to the ground!

Sylvan Cheney swung a punch, tearing the wolf off him.

But, his arm had been bitten, blood was flowing profusely. Fortunately, he had dodged promptly, or the bite would have been on his neck.

The wolf was not ready to give up, waiting for another chance to attack!

This scene made Jasmine Yale’s heart throb with horror.

Even if she had known nothing else, she understood that Sylvan had a slim chance of survival.

Blood was still flowing from his arm, and while the wolf was injured, it remained aggressive.

Obviously, the wolf was determined to avenge its kind.

It had the upper hand!

A glimmer of dawn appeared in the sky.

The morning after the rain came late, with various scents spreading in the air.

The wolf lunged again!

Sylvan Cheney fought hard, his face smeared with blood.

After a few rounds, the wolf was finally at death’s door, fighting desperately.

Sylvan Cheney was also in bad shape, completely worn out.

His black coat and white shirt were covered in blood.

Jasmine Yale’s heart was racing. If the wolf lunged again, making its last desperate move, Sylvan Cheney would undoubtedly die.

Clearly, at this time, Sylvan Cheney was slightly disadvantaged.

No one could underestimate the strength of an angry, dying wolf.

Her heart pounded. Actually… she didn’t even know why she had turned back.

In her hand was a sharp stone.

The wolf and Sylvan Cheney maintained a distance of three steps, waiting for the right moment.

Suddenly, the wolf noticed Jasmine Yale and appeared frightened.

Sylvan Cheney also turned his head at that moment, his eyes met with Jasmine Yale’s.

“What are you doing back here?” he roared in anger.

He was genuinely furious.

He had never been this angry before.

Even the sharp, obsidian-like eyes were veiled in frost.

Jasmine Yale curved her beautiful lips into a smile, not saying a word.

A drop of blood landed on her lips. Vibrant and alluring like a rose, like a poppy.

The wild wolf shuddered slightly.

The next second, the wild wolf lunged fiercely at Sylvan Cheney, making its last desperate effort!

The wolf’s fangs targeted Sylvan Cheney’s neck, leaving no margin for error!

Jasmine Yale stepped forward, pushed Sylvan Cheney away, stood in front of him, and slammed the stone onto the wolf’s head.

The wolf did not manage to knock Sylvan Cheney down, but bit into Jasmine Yale’s neck!

Because of Jasmine Yale’s sudden appearance, it bought some time.

Sylvan Cheney reacted swiftly and used this short time to forcefully twist the wolf’s neck!

That strength… carried an unprecedented shock.

Rage and shock intertwined, akin to an axe splitting the sea.

“Jasmine Yale!” Sylvan Cheney tossed aside the wolf’s body, held Jasmine Yale, his eyes filled with panic.

The small woman in his arms was motionless, her eyes closed, bleeding profusely.

“Jasy, Jasy…”

Sylvan Cheney was panicked, confused, his eyes revealing a fear that he had never shown before.

He took off his coat to cover her, trying to stop the bleeding from her neck.

His broad hands were trembling, the calm and composed look in his eyes completely disappeared, replaced by chills rising from his feet.

He had never been so afraid.

Afraid that there would be no Jasmine Yale in this world anymore.