The Deaf Luna’s Return: Now the Alpha Begs for Her Mercy - Chapter 212: Chapter 212

“Relax. He never loved me. He'll give up soon enough.” I said.
Ferris's pursuit? Just stubbornness, I figured.
I'd left him a pile of money to pay him back.
Cynthia stared at the ceiling, then asked, “You gonna marry Adrian?”
I froze.
Years with Ferris had drained all hope for love. Adrian was kind, even loving, but my heart was too broken to love fully.
“Take your time. No rush.” Cynthia reassured me, then filled me in on Silver Moon Pack.
“Saw the news? Ashley's public image is toast. And Ferris—people online are roasting him for getting cheated on.”
I knew things would blow up, but I hadn't expected Ferris to let the rumors run wild.
“Vargan's always crushed bad press. What happened?”
Cynthia shook her head. “Beats me. Dad says Vargan hired a new CEO. Ferris is pulling the strings from behind.”
“Let's drop it. Sleep.”
“Okay.”
Cynthia planned to rest a couple days, then head back to Silver Moon Pack.
But she'd been itching to leave for a while—partly to help me, partly to find her first love, Colton, in the human world.
Back in college, Cynthia'd snuck out of the pack, enrolled in a human university. There, she met Colton—campus heartthrob, handsome, charismatic, but from a poor family.
They looked perfect together, like a match made in heaven. But the gap wasn't just money—she'd hidden her werewolf identity.
Even if Colton could accept it, her family would never let her marry a human.
Her dad had been pushing her to marry another noble wolf for years.
Now Cynthia had a job lined up. She wanted to stand on her own, prove she didn't need a marriage deal to thrive.
Once Ferris learned where she was, he didn't hesitate. He ordered a private jet, bound for 境外.
Night hung heavy. The villa's lights glowed dim.
Simon knocked.
“Come in.”
Ferris hadn't changed—still in a crumpled shirt, slouched on the couch.
Simon opened the door. Chaos hit him first: bottles littered the floor, booze stung the air. This mess didn't look like an Alpha's territory.
He frowned. “Boss, the pack's acting up. Shouldn't you head back to take charge?”
Ferris's handpicked men were capable, but without his iron grip, elders were stirring up trouble. Things were unraveling.
But Ferris just stared, empty. “Busy.”
Simon froze. He'd served Ferris for years—never seen him blow off pack business for personal crap.
Before he could argue, another knock sounded.
Simon answered. A calm-looking man stood there, familiar somehow.
“Who are you?”
“Leo. Aurora's lawyer. We met a few years back.”
At “Aurora,” Simon tensed.
Leo stepped inside, glanced at disheveled Ferris, blinked, then pulled papers from his briefcase.
“Alpha Ferris. I'm here on her behalf. She wants you to sign this.”
Ferris's eyes focused, cold. “What is it?”
Leo held out the papers, voice crisp.
“My client gave me funds. She says it repays your family's pre-wedding support to hers. After this, you're done. No ties left.”