He Faked A Limp For Six Years To Avoid Marrying Me Chapter 03

He Faked A Limp For Six Years To Avoid Marrying Me Chapter 03

Every single soul rushed forward to block my path.

Maren shouted sharp with rage.

“I’ve never seen a woman throw herself at a marriage this recklessly!”

“The woods crawl with venomous snakes and feral predators. What if something drags you off and hurts you bad?”

Panic flickered across Talen’s face.

“The mountain trails twist for miles, full of unseen dangers around every bend.”

“Is winning a husband worth risking your life out there alone?”

His words weren’t born of fear for my safety.

He was terrified I’d kill a boar and force him to keep his old promise to wed me.

Elias stared at me like I’d lost every shred of my mind.

“Our clan’s traditions stretch back generations. No woman has ever hunted a wedding boar before you.”

“You’re making a fool of not just yourself, but our entire bloodline with this desperate hunt for a husband.”

“Then I’ll be the first woman to break that old rule.”

I didn’t spare another glance at any of them, slapped the horse’s flank hard, and galloped away before they could stop me.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Talen. This boar hunt isn’t for you at all.”

The statement rang true. I was hunting for someone else entirely.

Elowen watched my horse vanish into the trees, feigning genuine concern.

“Is she truly going to be alright wandering those woods all alone?”

Elias’s anger still blazed hot.

Let her go wander. It’d serve her right if something terrible finds her out there.”

Maren frowned and shook her head at his cruel words.

“Don’t speak such hateful things in anger.”

The second my horse’s hooves hit the dirt trail, Talen mounted his own steed and chased hard after me.

He called out nonstop as he rode to catch up.

“I know how deeply you love me, Shay. That’s enough for me, just turn back home.”

I ignored every plea he tossed my way.

He didn’t only beg me to quit—he actively blocked my path every time we spotted a wild boar ahead.

He’d steer his horse directly in front of mine, cutting off my shot. Before I could draw my bow, another hunter would claim the hog for their own.

“Thanks for clearing the path for me, desperate bride-hunter.”

Cruel jabs like that followed me every mile of the trail. I endured them all until I finally pulled my horse to a full stop.

Hope bloomed bright across Talen’s features.

“You’re ready to head back to the hollow now?”

My stare stayed cold and unyielding.

“There are twenty boars in the herd total. Nineteen other hunters will each bag one, which leaves the last hog for whoever’s left standing.”

Talen’s grip on his horse’s reins tightened so hard his knuckles whitened. He opened his mouth to argue, but a distant shout cut through the woods first.

“Disaster! Dax Carter actually trapped a full-grown boar! He swears he’ll use it to ask Elowen to be his bride!”