The Deaf Luna’s Return: Now the Alpha Begs for Her Mercy - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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But he had always been cold as frost, never truly casting his gaze upon me.
Not even a single glance—he was so stingy with his attention that I doubted whether I had truly existed in his life at all.
Later, I met Yorick.
His passion and undisguised pursuit were like a ray of light, pulling me out of Ferris's coldness.
I thought I had completely let go.
Until today, when this name echoed in my ears again—
I realized that some things had never truly been let go.
"You still remember him." Father smiled slightly. "You see, I'm not that heartless after all. You loved Ferris for many years, didn't you? It's not so easy to let him go. I'm giving you an opportunity."
"He needs power, you need to protect your uncle's company. This transaction is just right for both of you."
I clenched my fists tightly, feeling no sensation even as my nails pierced my palms.
"If I don't agree—"
"Then your uncle, your grandparents, and the little property your mother left behind will all be devoured completely by Silver Moon Corporation's acquisition legal team."
He stood up and gently patted my shoulder. "Aurora, stop dreaming. You're not choosing marriage—you're protecting the only weak spot you have left."
I silently looked at the contract on the table.
Three years, contract marriage, confidentiality clause, non-interference principle, automatic termination upon expiration.
I confirmed with him: "After three years, we will automatically divorce, right?"
Father nodded and smiled mockingly. "Yes, but what if he falls in love with you after three years? Maybe he'll ask you to stay and continue being his Luna."
In the end, I still signed that contract.
I became Silver Moon's Luna, became Ferris's wife in name.
A month later, I went to Silver Moon pack. The morning air still carried the dampness of night rain.
I stood in front of the reception hall, my heartbeat much faster than I had imagined.
Everything was too familiar, yet strange.
"Alpha Ferris is about to arrive," the accompanying assistant whispered.
I nodded, forcing myself to stay calm, but still couldn't help recalling that night from long ago.
It was my seventh birthday when Mother took me to the manor to meet him.
Ferris was young but had already made his mark in the werewolf world—steady, intelligent, keeping everyone at arm's length.
But that day, only I knew he also had a gentle side.
I fell on the lawn, and he crouched down, gently pulling me up: "Don't cry, you'll be a strong wolf in the future." His eyes were clear, and he even helped blow on my scraped knee.
That's when I quietly planted a small hope in my heart.
Later, when I was with Yorick, that hope gradually withered, but now it had sprouted anew.
Now, I was his wife, his Luna.
Although it was a contract marriage, I was still nominally his Luna. I thought that when we met again, he would at least give me basic respect.
But when the hall doors opened and Ferris strode in—tall, imposing, with a cold aura, wearing a sharp suit, his eyes full of coldness and distance.
He walked toward me—
My heartbeat suddenly accelerated, my fingertips trembling faintly, whether from nervousness or that buried expectation.
But he just looked at me indifferently, nodded, and said in a tone devoid of any emotion:
"You're my Luna?"
I froze.
He didn't remember me.
No tenderness, no recognition, no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.
As if we had never brushed shoulders on that grass, never shared that moment of warm eye contact.
"Yes." I nodded, feigning composure while hiding the crushed joy in my eyes.
"I'll have an agreement sent to you tonight," Ferris said coldly. "You'll understand the content when you read it. By the way, you have no right to refuse."
I stared blankly at his cold profile, realizing he was no longer the boy from my memory who would blow on my scraped wounds.
He had become a true Alpha—calm, restrained, rejecting all unnecessary emotional fluctuations.
And I was just a position in his life's chess game.
Just a Luna.
I lowered my head, unconsciously gripping my sleeve tighter—
This contract marriage was indeed beginning with thorough coldness.
Could I survive these three years peacefully?
Not even a single glance—he was so stingy with his attention that I doubted whether I had truly existed in his life at all.
Later, I met Yorick.
His passion and undisguised pursuit were like a ray of light, pulling me out of Ferris's coldness.
I thought I had completely let go.
Until today, when this name echoed in my ears again—
I realized that some things had never truly been let go.
"You still remember him." Father smiled slightly. "You see, I'm not that heartless after all. You loved Ferris for many years, didn't you? It's not so easy to let him go. I'm giving you an opportunity."
"He needs power, you need to protect your uncle's company. This transaction is just right for both of you."
I clenched my fists tightly, feeling no sensation even as my nails pierced my palms.
"If I don't agree—"
"Then your uncle, your grandparents, and the little property your mother left behind will all be devoured completely by Silver Moon Corporation's acquisition legal team."
He stood up and gently patted my shoulder. "Aurora, stop dreaming. You're not choosing marriage—you're protecting the only weak spot you have left."
I silently looked at the contract on the table.
Three years, contract marriage, confidentiality clause, non-interference principle, automatic termination upon expiration.
I confirmed with him: "After three years, we will automatically divorce, right?"
Father nodded and smiled mockingly. "Yes, but what if he falls in love with you after three years? Maybe he'll ask you to stay and continue being his Luna."
In the end, I still signed that contract.
I became Silver Moon's Luna, became Ferris's wife in name.
A month later, I went to Silver Moon pack. The morning air still carried the dampness of night rain.
I stood in front of the reception hall, my heartbeat much faster than I had imagined.
Everything was too familiar, yet strange.
"Alpha Ferris is about to arrive," the accompanying assistant whispered.
I nodded, forcing myself to stay calm, but still couldn't help recalling that night from long ago.
It was my seventh birthday when Mother took me to the manor to meet him.
Ferris was young but had already made his mark in the werewolf world—steady, intelligent, keeping everyone at arm's length.
But that day, only I knew he also had a gentle side.
I fell on the lawn, and he crouched down, gently pulling me up: "Don't cry, you'll be a strong wolf in the future." His eyes were clear, and he even helped blow on my scraped knee.
That's when I quietly planted a small hope in my heart.
Later, when I was with Yorick, that hope gradually withered, but now it had sprouted anew.
Now, I was his wife, his Luna.
Although it was a contract marriage, I was still nominally his Luna. I thought that when we met again, he would at least give me basic respect.
But when the hall doors opened and Ferris strode in—tall, imposing, with a cold aura, wearing a sharp suit, his eyes full of coldness and distance.
He walked toward me—
My heartbeat suddenly accelerated, my fingertips trembling faintly, whether from nervousness or that buried expectation.
But he just looked at me indifferently, nodded, and said in a tone devoid of any emotion:
"You're my Luna?"
I froze.
He didn't remember me.
No tenderness, no recognition, no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.
As if we had never brushed shoulders on that grass, never shared that moment of warm eye contact.
"Yes." I nodded, feigning composure while hiding the crushed joy in my eyes.
"I'll have an agreement sent to you tonight," Ferris said coldly. "You'll understand the content when you read it. By the way, you have no right to refuse."
I stared blankly at his cold profile, realizing he was no longer the boy from my memory who would blow on my scraped wounds.
He had become a true Alpha—calm, restrained, rejecting all unnecessary emotional fluctuations.
And I was just a position in his life's chess game.
Just a Luna.
I lowered my head, unconsciously gripping my sleeve tighter—
This contract marriage was indeed beginning with thorough coldness.
Could I survive these three years peacefully?
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