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After three years of living in a silent tomb, my hearing was finally restored. I rushed to the VIP lounge to surprise my fiancé, the Alpha heir, only to hear him entangled with my adoptive sister. "If she finds out I tampered with her car to cause her deafness, she'll banish me," she giggled. "She's a defective cripple. Keeping her around is just charity," he scoffed. My blood ran cold. Later that day, to frame me, my sister threw herself backward into a cabinet of toxic silver liquor. Without a second thought, my fiancé unleashed his crushing Alpha dominance, slicing my arm open to shove me away. He scooped up her burned body and rushed out, leaving me to bleed to death on the floor. He didn't even look back to see if I was breathing. While I was recovering in the hospital, he sent me an arrogant text. "Stop throwing a tantrum and come apologize to her." He assumed a wolfless girl like me couldn't survive twenty-four hours outside his territory. He thought I was still his obedient, deaf pet who would always beg for his scraps. I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I sent him a formal mate rejection, permanently blocking his mind-link. Then, I packed my bags and signed a blood contract to marry Kaiden Cross-the most ruthless, terrifying Lycan ruler on the continent.
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The Ruthless Lycan King's Forbidden Contract Bride Chapter 1
Adrienne POV:
On the very day my hearing was restored after three years of silence, I rushed to surprise my Alpha fiancé, Imanol, only to hear him utter Carisa's name with the utmost tenderness-the very Omega who had left me stone-deaf for three whole years-saying he had brought her back to the pack.
Standing outside the half-open mahogany door of the VIP lounge, the eager smile on my face instantly shattered. My whole body froze as if plunged into an icy lake.
"You really brought your adopted sister back? Aren't you afraid Adrienne will lose her mind?" a pack warrior asked in shock.
"As long as you keep your mouths shut, she won't know a thing," Imanol's voice was utterly dismissive. "Besides, it's been three years. Carisa was homesick."
"Homesick? More like she missed you, Alpha," another teased, sparking a round of knowing, cynical laughter inside the room.
"Don't talk nonsense. I only see her as a sister."
"Come on, Imanol. I just saw Carisa kiss you! What kind of sister is that? A sweet little Omega sweetheart?"
Imanol sighed softly, his signature cedarwood scent laced with the sickeningly sweet floral aroma of that Omega. "She caught me off guard, and I didn't dodge in time. She's just a young, naive girl; I can't hold a grudge against her. When Adrienne gets here later, none of you are allowed to mention this. Don't let it slip."
Someone cleared his throat, his tone turning serious. "But Alpha, seriously... are you really just letting it go? Three years ago, she paid someone to tamper with Adrienne's car brakes! Adrienne almost died and has been stone-deaf ever since."
Imanol's tone remained effortlessly indifferent. "She was only nineteen back then, just throwing a tantrum. She suffered enough during her three years in exile and is much more mature now. Why dwell on the past?"
Throwing a tantrum?
These few weightless words felt like a rusty, blunt knife twisting viciously into my heart.
A violent wave of nausea churned in my stomach, bile rising in my throat.
Three years ago, Carisa, the orphaned Omega taken in by the Tide Pack out of gratitude to her late father, went mad with jealousy after failing to claim Imanol and caused that car crash.
That crash crushed my auditory nerves, trapping me in the terrifying void of absolute silence.
Back then, Imanol's eyes were bloodshot with fury. Using his Alpha's Command, he pinned Carisa down on the shattered glass, swearing in front of the entire pack that he would tear the vicious woman to pieces.
Only with the intervention of his parents was Carisa urgently sent abroad in exile.
Over the past three years, he dropped all his pack duties. Whenever I broke down and screamed in the silent, terrifying darkness, he would always hold me tight, kiss my forehead, and whisper, "Adrienne, don't be afraid. I will never let her off, and I will love you with my entire life."
I believed him.
I clung to him like a drowning woman to a piece of driftwood. Even when the whole pack mocked me for being a useless cripple, I gritted my teeth and endured it all just to stay by his side.
My trembling fingers unconsciously gripped the small velvet box in my pocket. Inside was a custom-made black-gold ring I had spent all my savings and heart to secretly design for him.
I had rushed here with a heart full of joy, foolishly thinking that today, I could finally stand before him whole, ready to be his Luna.
But it turned out his heartbroken tears and soul-stirring vows were nothing but a hypocritical act put on just to protect the real murderer!
Inside the lounge, the warrior asked hesitantly, "Then what about Adrienne? Are you really willing to marry a deaf cripple?"
Imanol scoffed, his tone dripping with Alpha arrogance. "In werewolf law, a defective wolfless can't even survive a single day outside the pack territory. Keeping her around is just me being kind. It's nothing but charity."
Charity.
I bit down on my lower lip so hard that the intense metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.
Right at that moment, the phone in my pocket vibrated sharply.
It took me a long moment to steady my breathing before I glanced down at the screen. It was a long text from my mother, Florene, begging me to return to Empire City and take my stepsister Byrdie's place to marry Kaiden Cross of the Blackstone Pack.
Our family had signed a marriage blood contract with the Blackstone Pack, but Byrdie had run away.
Kaiden Cross was the terrifying, pure-blooded Lycan ruler, rumored to be ruthless and bloodthirsty.
If he found out our family dared to break the marriage blood contract, our entire bloodline would be wiped out in an instant.
This was the first time my mother had begged me since she brought me, a wolfless burden, into my stepfather's family.
Over the years, even though my stepfather treated us decently, I knew how hard it was for my mother to secure her position in that pack. She dedicated almost all her energy to my stepfather and stepsister.
So, I had always been obedient, never causing her any trouble.
The only two times I rebelled were both for Imanol... Once, when I left Empire City alone for him. And the second time was just an hour ago, when I refused to take the place in the marriage for him.
Just an hour ago, my mother had begged me with the exact same words.
How did I answer her back then?
A bitter smile crept onto my lips-what had I said back then?
Like a delusional fool trapped in a sweet dream, I had fiercely sworn to her that my hearing was restored, that Imanol loved me deeply, and that we would be getting married soon... I told her I believed Imanol would definitely help me solve our family's crisis...
Believe him...
I closed my eyes, a sharp, piercing pain tearing through my chest. I gripped the velvet ring box in my pocket so tightly that it was the only way to suppress the violent trembling in my throat.
It turned out the unwavering devotion I thought I had, the love I relied on to support my entire world, was nothing but a fragile illusion built on sand, crumbling at the slightest touch!
A cold tear finally smashed onto the screen of my phone.
My chest hollowed out into a freezing, dead wasteland. Without a single trace of hesitation, I typed out my reply word by word:
"Mom, I am willing to take Byrdie's place and marry the Lycan."
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