The Defiant Omega's Secret Contract of Rejection

Chapter 3

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tear fell. Pippa was beside me, her sobs echoing in the ho

broken pieces of obsidian. Each sharp edge wa

the herb to Dr. Hayes, and together, they carefully lifted Coralie

t that filled the space where my hope used t

lk handkerchief I had been using to polish the tablet. I clutch

clared us mates. Creed, on one knee, swearing to protect me

he was just Creed. He would sit with me in the gardens while I tended my mother's roses, lis

it earlier, when his mother, Lady Beatrice Raymond, first looked at me w

y that the boy I missed was long dead. T

s steady, robotic. "Hel

a sturdy support as I walked away from the place

raits of Wright family heroes. Their painted eyes seemed to follow me, judging this out

pse onto the bed. I went s

ith my ledgers, quills, and inkpots. This was my sanctuary,

tructing her that I wa

began, her eyes

urprised even me. "I just have to do some

and pulled a locked wooden box f

e Pack used for the most binding of contracts. Soaked in a magical solut

. It smelled of ancient prom

my favorite quill. The anger and grief had rec

ild, I had been taught never to pour capital into a f

ter of love or complaint, b

our union. I stated my

on. A brutal ritual that tears the soul of the bond

r of the pain

Annette Allison, reject yo

e parchment. I tied it with a single black silk ribbon and plac

marked. An a

, and for the first time

, Creed Wright. So I will destroy t

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The Defiant Omega's Secret Contract of Rejection

Xiao Xiaosu Werewolf

“I was carefully polishing my late mother's memorial tablet in her sacred shrine when my mate, Creed, kicked the door open. He was carrying his injured "brother-in-arms," Savage, and demanded to use my mother's altar as a bloody infirmary. When I tried to stop him, he shoved me so hard I crashed into the altar, shattering my mother's priceless obsidian tablet into a hundred pieces. As the warrior fell, the helmet clattered to the floor, revealing a cascade of golden hair. His cherished "brother" was actually a beautiful woman named Coralie, and the panic in Creed's eyes told me he had known all along. Instead of apologizing, he looked at me with cold impatience. "There's nothing for you here. Get out." In the following days, he paraded her around our home, even buying her a priceless snow-wolf cloak with his family's funds. When she deliberately ruined it to frame me, he blamed me for being jealous and making a scene. I couldn't understand how the boy who once promised to protect me could so callously trample on my mother's memory and my dignity for a manipulative parasite. So, my tears dried up. As a merchant's daughter, I knew exactly how to settle a bad investment. I pulled out my abacus, calculated the 25,250 silver coins he owed me for the damages, and handed him a formal mate rejection letter. Since he destroyed what I treasured most, I chose to bankrupt him and sever our bond forever.”