The Defiant Omega's Secret Contract of Rejection

Chapter 8

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ng a ringing silence in its wake. E

dening cheek, her eyes wide wit

Hitting you is too good for you! You vixen, crawling out from whatever rock y

the start! A 'woman' with no past, living in my house, eating

re. The other women shrank back, terr

While Creed's own mother, Lady Beatrice, had done nothing but beli

streaming down her face, stammering, "I didn't... It's not..." Her sobs were

e, this public spectacle was ugly and

rtha," I said softly, using the affectionate name she

to a deep, aching sympathy. "Annette, my dear girl.

furious voice cut in,

had ar

ing and holding her face; his foster mother, radiating fur

her behind him protectively. Then he turned on Martha, his eyes fi

ld you strike her? Coralie is m

she wanted to save you, she wouldn't have let you steal from

know about that. "I did it of my own free will

low you to disregard Annette's feelings? Does it allow yo

gaze swung to me. "Is this what you wanted, Annette? T

had done nothing. I had tried to keep the pe

quiet. "In your eyes, no matter what h

hat I mean," he mumbled. "But you shoul

eed Wright, who brought this... this person into our home. It was you who hurt me for her, a

echless, his face a mottl

he chose her. He

usiness-like. "I will handle the matter of the cloak

I was to him. A problem

e words, he had just slammed

apped protectively around her shoulders. Th

rage, ready to go after

said, my voice we

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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.”