My Husband And My Alpha
20 . ARTIFACT TRACES

Luna and Brandon appear in the middle of a pine forest. The two circulated a glance, hoping for a herd of werewolves

it's not chasing. Brandon pulled back Luna's arm and led the woman away from there.

Forests with rows of closely lined pines make not enough sunlight to penetrate the gap from above

sana. This results in a lot of moss and nails that grow on the ground and make the path they pass very slippery. Luna almost slipped, but with the help of the Black Witcher man, she was able to get up and run back.

“To which direction do we?” brandon asked after they stopped after feeling quite far from the point of emergence of the two earlier.

Luna hurried to get something out of the bag. A golden piece with one side formed a carving of something. Brandon frowning. She almost touched the object before Luna brushed her hand away.

“Pieces of artifacts I mean,” said the woman. “Cannot be carelessly held by others.”

Brandon sneered chimed. He folded his arms in front of his chest when he saw Luna moving her palms over the object. A light slowly appeared. Luna moved it in various directions, looking for a path where the light of the object was getting brighter.

“To the north,” said the Wizard woman.

Brandon had no choice but to follow Luna. Only that woman was his only hope at the moment because

he couldn't possibly go back and face off against the hairy animal colony just now. The rays from the piece of artifact grew brighter as the two walked towards the direction they were heading. Luna put the thing into her jacket pocket.

“We have to find shelter before dark,” said the woman.

“Is there an apartment here?”

PTAK!!!

Brandon grimaced, enduring the pain at the top of his head after the woman nearby landed a crushing blow there. He complained of pain.

“Are all humans stupid like you?” ask Luna.

The man clucked. “Actually, I am the smartest among them.” He chimed and then preceded Luna's pouting steps to respond.

“May I know how much love you have for your wife?” ask Luna. “Which I know, there are many men who will leave their women when they know that the woman has chosen another.”

Brandon fell silent, staring at the path in front of him with the contents of his head that began to soar high. “You will probably know the answer after loving one man in your life,” he replied.

Luna wow. “I have never loved anyone but myself,”.

“Then what is the reason you want to descend from me, huh?” sela Brandon fast.

The woman laughed a little. “Do I have to answer it?” back to asking.

Brandon just sighed. Women have very complicated minds, just like Clara. She doesn't even

never thought that finally the woman he loved had now chosen with another man after knowing about the rot in him. In fact, Brandon only needs to apologize and promise not to repeat.

“You did something wrong to your wife, huh?” asked Luna again, breaking the silence.

The brunette man's steps stopped. He nodded with his eyes sad. Luna just shook her head

chimed. A ridiculous reason he thinks. The woman continued to move.

“If your wife does not forgive you, then she is not a suitable person for aaa—”

Suddenly, Luna's feet fell. The woman screamed until the echo shocked Brandon in an instant. That man

jumping, following the path that made Luna mired. He reached out, reaching for Luna's one hand until she finally managed to hug the woman until the two rolled together.

BRUK!

Luna opened her eyes slowly. He coughed and tried to get rid of the moss and nails that were carried away by him when he was mired earlier. However, his movements stopped when he realized that his body was now above the chest of Brandon Hover's field. The man opened his red netra which immediately sat down with Luna's green bead.

“Why?” ask Brandon.

The man tried to get up by removing Luna's body from it. However, the woman seemed reluctant to step aside. He actually increasingly tightened his embrace in the body of the Black Witcher and brought his face closer until a puff of breath that ventured in the air can be felt warm to the pores of his skin. Brandon took a sip of saliva, feeling his heartbeat as if it had stopped in an instant.

Slowly, Luna moved closer and closer, landing her ranum bud on the man's lips. Second

his hand turned to cupping Brandon's jaw firmly, dumping him like a parasite until both of them stumped out together.

The cold weather is getting pierced, penetrating through the cracks of pine trees around there. However, not like

the current atmosphere was freezing slowly. Two people's activities continue. It feels like Brandon has never gotten this kind of treatment even though he has felt it in many women. Luna Castelle looks different. She was beautiful and innocent, almost similar to Clara when they met her for the first time.

Ah, goddamn.

Brandon remembered his wife.

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The dark is approaching. The two men have been under the cliff ever since. Brandon looked up, though,

check in case the Owen colony caught up with them. In fact it was just quiet and there was no rush of anything up there.

“Now what?” tanyakanya.

The woman, who had been sitting next to Brandon, pulled out a piece of artifact from her jacket pocket. He shone dazzlingly, enough to illuminate the two even though he was afraid that the light would lead Jasper and his flock here.

“Still away from here,” said Luna. “If we continue, maybe tomorrow morning we will arrive.”

Brandon snorted violently. “How's your leg?” ask again.

Luna checked her mired leg earlier. She's speechless. After the warm touch Brandon gave

he made the pain slowly disappear. Quite curious, did the man do it knowing he was hurt? But, this is quite a surprising way to heal a wound, ‘kan?

“I think, I can walk after this,” said the blonde haired woman. Her hair is ruffled now.

“We can not just come from the road,” said Brandon.

The man got up and looked around. Moist aromas are sharp and they cannot be constantly present

here if you do not want to die because of the tightness of the traces of photosynthesis of plants there. His red eyes circulated the view. At least, as a Black Witcher, Eden has taught some important things for him to survive outside the house.

Brandon pointed in one direction. “There is a cave,” said.

“That may be a tiger's nest,” said Luna while standing and draping her bag on the shoulder. “You want to expel

they're from his house?”

The brunette man clucked. “At least, give me a solution.”

However, not yet had they moved from there, a voice shocked the two. Brandon and Luna looked up at the ravine, finding a long howling sound that was certainly typical in their ears.

“Running!”

Brandon pulls Luna's arm and immediately invites the woman to run away from there as fast as he can.

The long, loud howls and howls were getting clearer and clearer. The sounds that could break the silence of the forest in just one breath.

Jasper and his herd almost reached the point of two heart hunters pure elves.

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