The Deaf Luna’s Return: Now the Alpha Begs for Her Mercy - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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I sat up in bed.
It was now midnight, and what he was going to do was obvious.
The night wind blew in through the window, gradually clearing my pain-clouded mind.
I looked at the gold-embossed invitation on the nightstand that I had spent half a month selecting.
I dialed my uncle's number: "Uncle, I want to come see you and grandpa and grandma."
On the phone, my uncle's voice was filled with concern: "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Then remembering I couldn't hear, it became quiet on the other end, and I heard the "tap tap" sound of typing on a phone.
"No, I just miss you all."
As I spoke, my voice took on a crying tone.
I was raised by my mother, and after she died of illness, my uncle went overseas to start a company and took grandpa and grandma with him.
After learning about my parents' accident, he immediately returned to the country wanting to take me away too.
At first, it was because I had psychological problems and would only stay in the small house that still had my mother's scent.
Later, it was because I couldn't bear to leave Yorick, so even though grandpa and grandma said they missed me over and over again, I never agreed.
"It's good that you've thought it through, it's good that you've thought it through..."
My uncle was so excited he became incoherent, but soon he noticed something was wrong with me.
"Aurora, your ears..."
"Yes, I can hear now."
After chatting briefly, I hung up the phone.
My uncle booked me a flight, scheduled for the wedding day.
Looking at the dozen messages my uncle sent, my nose tingled.
All these years, I had actually refused to reunite with my uncle and the others just for someone like Yorick. I was truly stupid.
Yorick didn't return until late at night.
He brought with him a chill and the overwhelming scent of orange blossoms as he slipped into bed.
I knew that was Linda's scent.
Ever since my parents died, I had felt particularly insecure and could only sleep peacefully in his arms.
Later, because Linda always looked for him in the middle of the night, and I was a light sleeper, I was often awakened at night and would frequently lie awake until dawn.
But today, I avoided Yorick's arm that habitually reached over.
Yorick froze, his body stiff in place, as if suddenly frozen by an unexpected chill. He slowly sat up, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment, his throat moving slightly but unable to make a sound.
Without him holding me, I surprisingly slept well through the night.
Early the next morning, I woke up to see in the dirty clothes basket a set of black lace lingerie that I had never worn.
Thinking of their conversation last night, I threw the lingerie into the trash.
Perhaps because of my attitude last night, Yorick became alert.
He, who hadn't dined with me for half a year, unusually made breakfast himself.
Looking at the seafood porridge on the table, I stirred it gently with a spoon but didn't bring it to my mouth.
Yorick's phone kept receiving messages.
In the voice messages, Linda playfully said good morning to him, complaining that he was too rough last night, like a wild beast, making her waist hurt, and she needed him to massage it personally to feel better.
Without looking at me, Yorick pressed the voice key with a smile in his eyes: "Is it that I don't know how to be gentle, or is it that a certain little vixen can never be satisfied?"
"Last time Aurora bought me healing ointment, I'll bring it to you."
I watched him quietly, his natural attitude was enough for me to imagine that over the years, such scenes had probably played out countless times in front of me.
They chatted back and forth for a long time.
Only then did Yorick notice I hadn't taken a bite.
"Don't like it?"
I put down the spoon: "I'm allergic to seafood."
His hand that had been constantly replying to messages finally paused for a few seconds, impatience flashing in his eyes.
"So pretentious."
He asked in sign language if I wanted him to make me a sandwich instead.
I shook my head.
Passing by the calendar, I saw the date for trying on wedding dresses written on it, which had passed a week ago.
I didn't understand before what work could be more important than the Mating ritual.
But after checking Linda's Instagram, I discovered that while he was too busy to accompany me for wedding dress photos, he had time to go mountain climbing, see the ocean, and vacation at hot springs with his beta.
I calmly tore off that page and threw it in the trash, then turned back to my room.
The sound of the paper ball falling into the trash finally brought Yorick back to his senses.
He stared at the tightly closed door, feeling that something seemed different.
The unease in his heart prompted him to follow me in.
"Shall I accompany you to try on wedding dresses today?"
I was looking at the process for identity cancellation. Hearing him say this, I was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded.
Once, Yorick had pulled me to stand in front of a wedding dress shop window, saying longingly that he wanted me to be his most beautiful bride.
I had smiled and nodded then, and from that point on, my birthday wish every year was to become Yorick's Luna.
Let this be a final dream fulfilled for the former Yorick and me.
It was now midnight, and what he was going to do was obvious.
The night wind blew in through the window, gradually clearing my pain-clouded mind.
I looked at the gold-embossed invitation on the nightstand that I had spent half a month selecting.
I dialed my uncle's number: "Uncle, I want to come see you and grandpa and grandma."
On the phone, my uncle's voice was filled with concern: "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Then remembering I couldn't hear, it became quiet on the other end, and I heard the "tap tap" sound of typing on a phone.
"No, I just miss you all."
As I spoke, my voice took on a crying tone.
I was raised by my mother, and after she died of illness, my uncle went overseas to start a company and took grandpa and grandma with him.
After learning about my parents' accident, he immediately returned to the country wanting to take me away too.
At first, it was because I had psychological problems and would only stay in the small house that still had my mother's scent.
Later, it was because I couldn't bear to leave Yorick, so even though grandpa and grandma said they missed me over and over again, I never agreed.
"It's good that you've thought it through, it's good that you've thought it through..."
My uncle was so excited he became incoherent, but soon he noticed something was wrong with me.
"Aurora, your ears..."
"Yes, I can hear now."
After chatting briefly, I hung up the phone.
My uncle booked me a flight, scheduled for the wedding day.
Looking at the dozen messages my uncle sent, my nose tingled.
All these years, I had actually refused to reunite with my uncle and the others just for someone like Yorick. I was truly stupid.
Yorick didn't return until late at night.
He brought with him a chill and the overwhelming scent of orange blossoms as he slipped into bed.
I knew that was Linda's scent.
Ever since my parents died, I had felt particularly insecure and could only sleep peacefully in his arms.
Later, because Linda always looked for him in the middle of the night, and I was a light sleeper, I was often awakened at night and would frequently lie awake until dawn.
But today, I avoided Yorick's arm that habitually reached over.
Yorick froze, his body stiff in place, as if suddenly frozen by an unexpected chill. He slowly sat up, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment, his throat moving slightly but unable to make a sound.
Without him holding me, I surprisingly slept well through the night.
Early the next morning, I woke up to see in the dirty clothes basket a set of black lace lingerie that I had never worn.
Thinking of their conversation last night, I threw the lingerie into the trash.
Perhaps because of my attitude last night, Yorick became alert.
He, who hadn't dined with me for half a year, unusually made breakfast himself.
Looking at the seafood porridge on the table, I stirred it gently with a spoon but didn't bring it to my mouth.
Yorick's phone kept receiving messages.
In the voice messages, Linda playfully said good morning to him, complaining that he was too rough last night, like a wild beast, making her waist hurt, and she needed him to massage it personally to feel better.
Without looking at me, Yorick pressed the voice key with a smile in his eyes: "Is it that I don't know how to be gentle, or is it that a certain little vixen can never be satisfied?"
"Last time Aurora bought me healing ointment, I'll bring it to you."
I watched him quietly, his natural attitude was enough for me to imagine that over the years, such scenes had probably played out countless times in front of me.
They chatted back and forth for a long time.
Only then did Yorick notice I hadn't taken a bite.
"Don't like it?"
I put down the spoon: "I'm allergic to seafood."
His hand that had been constantly replying to messages finally paused for a few seconds, impatience flashing in his eyes.
"So pretentious."
He asked in sign language if I wanted him to make me a sandwich instead.
I shook my head.
Passing by the calendar, I saw the date for trying on wedding dresses written on it, which had passed a week ago.
I didn't understand before what work could be more important than the Mating ritual.
But after checking Linda's Instagram, I discovered that while he was too busy to accompany me for wedding dress photos, he had time to go mountain climbing, see the ocean, and vacation at hot springs with his beta.
I calmly tore off that page and threw it in the trash, then turned back to my room.
The sound of the paper ball falling into the trash finally brought Yorick back to his senses.
He stared at the tightly closed door, feeling that something seemed different.
The unease in his heart prompted him to follow me in.
"Shall I accompany you to try on wedding dresses today?"
I was looking at the process for identity cancellation. Hearing him say this, I was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded.
Once, Yorick had pulled me to stand in front of a wedding dress shop window, saying longingly that he wanted me to be his most beautiful bride.
I had smiled and nodded then, and from that point on, my birthday wish every year was to become Yorick's Luna.
Let this be a final dream fulfilled for the former Yorick and me.
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