My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 431

Without any source of light, the surroundings plunged into pitch black darkness.

The two boars leading the pack tripped over a ditch, letting out agonized squeals.

Seraphina didn't dare relax. She kept running.

But the herd of wild boars was completely enraged, picking up speed.

A massive adult boar suddenly charged out from her blind spot, slamming into her with terrifying force.

Her vision swam with black spots as she crashed to the ground, the pocket knife flying from her grip.

The boar's tusks and rancid, hot breath were inches from her face. She scrambled desperately to reach her knife, only for another boar to pin her arm down with its heavy hoof.

Agonizing pain shot through her.

Seraphina squeezed her eyes shut in despair, the faces of Lucian and Little Bean flashing through her mind.

Just as the sharp tusks were about to tear into her skin...

Bang! A deafening gunshot exploded right next to Seraphina's ear.

The boar on top of her let out a dying shriek and collapsed on its side.

Two more rapid shots rang out, and two more boars dropped dead in their tracks.

The herd descended into pure chaos, squealing in terror as they scattered into the woods.

Seraphina struggled to lift her head.

From the shadows, a towering figure built like a brick wall emerged, resting a hunting rifle on his shoulder. Right behind him followed a shorter, stockier man with a mouthful of yellowing teeth.

Under the pale moonlight, the tall man's silhouette radiated an oppressive, primal intensity.

Seraphina tightened her grip on her recovered knife, her heart hammering in her throat.

The towering man walked over to the fallen boars, kicking one with his boot to ensure it was dead.

The short man behind him leaned in, flashing a grin that revealed a set of crooked, yellow teeth. His rancid breath was noticeable even from a distance.

"Zeke, you lucky bastard! One shot, one kill! These hogs will feed us for days. Where's the chick? Didn't scare her off, did we?"

"Lucky," Zeke spat, a look of pure disgust on his face. "I really don't know what the hell is inside your head. Victor needs us to bring back medicine to save his life, and here you are, thinking with your dick again."

"Mind your own business."

Lucky's gaze was locked onto the rapid rise and fall of Seraphina's chest, his eyes gleaming with predatory hunger.

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