Beast Love Show: All For Her (by Sylvester Raven) novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258 The Alpha’s Debt

Carson lay sprawled on the ground, his clothes torn and soaked in fresh blood, deep gashes visible across has skan

The rips in his shirt exposed his toned, muscular chest, glistening faintly beneath the moonlight.

Layta swallowed subconsciously, then shook her head sharply to clear her wandering thoughts.

Nor is not the time to be distracted Focus. Get a grip. Layla

She patted her cheeks lightly to refocus, then crouched down beside him. “Are you alright, Mr. Fields?”

Her brow furrowed as she took him in.

Although he stood with Stella, they had never been on bad terms; in fact, he had helped her out before.

She wasn’t cold-blooded enough to just leave him there to die.

When Carson realized his savior was Layla, his expression grew complicated.

He sat up slowly and gave a slight shake of his head. Tm fine. Just a few scratches.”

Frowning at his severe, bone-deep wounds, she couldn’t help but admire his resilience silently.

Truly an alpha wolf through and through. He’s badly injured, yet he acts like it’s nothing.

Carson struggled to his feet, his gaze holding a tangled mix of unreadable emotion as he looked at her. “I owe you a debt of gratitude for this. I will repay you someday.”

Layla waved the comment off casually. “I didn’t save you alone. King Kong did most of the work. You can thank it instead-it’s quite fond of eating bugs. you know.”

A faint smile tugged at Carson’s lips as he glanced at King Kong, who stood proudly tilting its head upward.

He turned his gaze back to Layla, resolve firm in his tone. “Regardless, I will repay this favor myself.”

More than his promise of future repayment, Layla wanted to know why he was out in the middle of the night being chased by wild beasts.

She asked him straight up.

Carson hesitated, but the live chat was already exploding with comments.

(This is all Stella’s fault! She forced him out in the middle of the night just for food.]

[No one dies from skipping one meal for a single day. Her whining is ridiculous.]

[Senously? Who is she trying to fool? She just wanted our nice Mr. Fields to go fetch food for her.]

[Hungry? Then go get it yourself! You’re not a cripple So annoying.]

(Mr. Fields is too nice. If it were me. I wouldn’t go back.]

Reading the comments gave Layla all the answers she needed. She raised an eyebrow knowingly. “Stella made you come out here?”

He nodded, tacitly admitting it.

A silent sigh escaped Layla’s lips.

Walking over to him, she looked at his flowing wounds and felt a pang of pity in her heart.

Seeing someone usually so composed and calm reduced to such a wretched state would make anyone feel sympathetic, regardless of bad blood.

Carson’s wounds were treated quickly.

The wolf shifter’s natural regenerative abilities worked quickly, and his wounds were cleaned, stitched, and bandaged in no time.

The tournament staff even provided him with a fresh set of clean clothes to change into.

Carson walked over to Layla once treatment finished.

His tall frame blocked the glow of the nearby campfire entirely, casting a soft shadow over her.

Layla tilted her head up to meet his gaze.

His eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, a unique trait of wolf shifters with night vision.

“What is it?” she asked with a gentle smile.

No words left his lips. He simply held out a hand to her. “Let me walk you back.”

His face still pale from blood loss, yet he still insisted on escorting her home.

This man is far too kind for his own good.

Layla playfully punched his firm chest.

A sharp wince crossed his face, though he forced himself not to flinch or show pain. Amusement bubbled up inside her at his quiet endurance.

“I’ll be the one walking you back.” Layla laughed softly. “If another wild beast crosses our path, you won’t be so lucky a second time.”

Weakened by his injuries, Carson made no attempt to argue and nodded.