Although she couldn't transform, sleeping on the haystack was barely acceptable.
In this way, she was in the same room as her Beast Husband.
Outsiders naturally wouldn't suspect anything.
Moreover, she knew well that she wasn't afraid of these Beast Husbands making a move on her.
Ever since she became their mate, every one of them had been branded with her Beast Seal.
That was a soul-level contract mark with absolute control.
With just a thought, she could make them wish for death.
Because of this, no matter how much resentment they held for her, they dared not act recklessly.
Just as she bent down, reaching to pick up the neatly folded Beast Skin next to her to lay it on the hay as a mat.
A figure suddenly rushed in from the doorway.
It was Wyatt Yardley.
He was holding a few thick, soft Beast Skins in his arms.
"I'll do it."
He swiftly squatted down.
First, he carefully patted the slightly messy hay smooth.
