The Deaf Luna’s Return: Now the Alpha Begs for Her Mercy - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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Yorick had become deaf, and his mind wasn't very clear either. He eventually married Linda.
They became a resentful couple until Yorick discovered that the child wasn't his at all.
It turned out that while Yorick was drifting in relationships, Linda was also playing around, lingering in different men's beds.
The video of them cursing at each other at a hotel entrance was posted online.
Finally, the maddened Yorick stabbed Linda to death as she kept cursing him.
But because he had mental problems and there was cause for his actions, he was eventually sent to a mental hospital.
I didn't want to care about these things. At that time, I was preparing for a lecture invitation about "Hearing and Rebirth."
The audience was full of young listeners, journalists, psychologists, and some deaf people with their families.
They looked at me quietly, and I looked at that quiet sea of people, suddenly feeling a sense of responsibility I had never experienced before.
I stood under the spotlight, talking about those years of struggle, pain, and hope in silence.
"I thought the recovery of my hearing was my salvation. But later I understood that true salvation was finally not living for others—but choosing to love myself."
When I said this, I saw a little girl in the corner wearing a hearing aid, her eyes shining with light.
I smiled at her.
During those years of deafness, I missed too much.
Now, like a dried sponge, I greedily used my recovered ears every day to feel the world with my heart.
On my birthday, an overseas call came in.
After connecting, the first thing that entered my ears was the sound of howling wind.
Yorick talked to himself.
He said he regretted it, said he had only strayed a little and planned to settle down after marriage. He didn't know why it had turned out like this.
Finally, he said he missed me very much, that without me, he really couldn't live anymore.
I took a photo and sent it over—it was a wedding invitation. Then I put the phone aside and chatted with my father, whom I hadn't seen in many years.
Yorick was crying my name heart-wrenchingly on the other end, like a madman who finally realized he had completely lost everything.
Father poured two glasses of red wine, handed me one, and looked at me calmly: "You don't plan to forgive him?"
He sat in front of me after many years, wearing a sharp suit, with no obvious traces of time on his face, but rather a kind of coldness that came from long-term high position.
He looked at me like a business partner, his gaze falling on me for a few seconds before speaking lightly: "Aurora, you've grown up. Compared to your mother, you're more like me."
I didn't respond.
This man in front of me had abandoned my mother and me shortly after I was born. Naturally, I had no good feelings toward him.
The meal was eaten in silence and politeness until near the end, when he put down his utensils and spoke in his usual calm and forceful tone:
"I came to find you this time because you've reached the age for marriage alliance."
I was stunned, my brow furrowing slightly: "What did you say?"
"The Silver Moon pack wants to acquire my energy project in Europe. The condition they proposed is to form a marriage alliance with you." He looked up at me, as if discussing a transaction. "If you marry into their pack, it will stabilize the entire situation."
"I'm not a bargaining chip." I said through gritted teeth, word by word.
But he laughed, as if he'd heard some naive joke: "You've always been one of my cards, Aurora. It's just that you were too weak in the past and had no qualifications to be at the table."
I almost wanted to smash the water glass in front of him, but his next words made my hand freeze in mid-air.
"Your uncle's company owes me an old debt—if you don't agree to the marriage alliance, I can make them bankrupt right now."
He took out a contract from his suit pocket, placed it in front of me, and lightly tapped it with his slender finger:
"Sign this marriage contract, or watch the company you desperately saved collapse again. If your uncle falls, your grandmother and grandfather will also be homeless."
My fingertips were ice cold, but my chest burned hot.
I picked up the contract, my fingertips trembling slightly. The words on the paper were like thin needles, stabbing straight into the depths of my heart.
Father sat across from me, still with that cold expression, like supervising a business acquisition rather than his daughter's future.
"Who do you want me to marry?" My voice was cold as an ice blade.
"The Alpha of the Silver Moon pack—Ferris." When he said this name, his expression clearly showed more wariness. "Young, calm, powerful, just recently took office, and needs a Luna to stabilize the situation. You're perfect."
When I heard this name, I froze.
"Alpha Ferris?!"
The moment I spoke this name, my heart involuntarily trembled.
Not because of fear, but because he had once been my deepest obsession in youth—my childhood friend, the man I had silently loved for many years.
They became a resentful couple until Yorick discovered that the child wasn't his at all.
It turned out that while Yorick was drifting in relationships, Linda was also playing around, lingering in different men's beds.
The video of them cursing at each other at a hotel entrance was posted online.
Finally, the maddened Yorick stabbed Linda to death as she kept cursing him.
But because he had mental problems and there was cause for his actions, he was eventually sent to a mental hospital.
I didn't want to care about these things. At that time, I was preparing for a lecture invitation about "Hearing and Rebirth."
The audience was full of young listeners, journalists, psychologists, and some deaf people with their families.
They looked at me quietly, and I looked at that quiet sea of people, suddenly feeling a sense of responsibility I had never experienced before.
I stood under the spotlight, talking about those years of struggle, pain, and hope in silence.
"I thought the recovery of my hearing was my salvation. But later I understood that true salvation was finally not living for others—but choosing to love myself."
When I said this, I saw a little girl in the corner wearing a hearing aid, her eyes shining with light.
I smiled at her.
During those years of deafness, I missed too much.
Now, like a dried sponge, I greedily used my recovered ears every day to feel the world with my heart.
On my birthday, an overseas call came in.
After connecting, the first thing that entered my ears was the sound of howling wind.
Yorick talked to himself.
He said he regretted it, said he had only strayed a little and planned to settle down after marriage. He didn't know why it had turned out like this.
Finally, he said he missed me very much, that without me, he really couldn't live anymore.
I took a photo and sent it over—it was a wedding invitation. Then I put the phone aside and chatted with my father, whom I hadn't seen in many years.
Yorick was crying my name heart-wrenchingly on the other end, like a madman who finally realized he had completely lost everything.
Father poured two glasses of red wine, handed me one, and looked at me calmly: "You don't plan to forgive him?"
He sat in front of me after many years, wearing a sharp suit, with no obvious traces of time on his face, but rather a kind of coldness that came from long-term high position.
He looked at me like a business partner, his gaze falling on me for a few seconds before speaking lightly: "Aurora, you've grown up. Compared to your mother, you're more like me."
I didn't respond.
This man in front of me had abandoned my mother and me shortly after I was born. Naturally, I had no good feelings toward him.
The meal was eaten in silence and politeness until near the end, when he put down his utensils and spoke in his usual calm and forceful tone:
"I came to find you this time because you've reached the age for marriage alliance."
I was stunned, my brow furrowing slightly: "What did you say?"
"The Silver Moon pack wants to acquire my energy project in Europe. The condition they proposed is to form a marriage alliance with you." He looked up at me, as if discussing a transaction. "If you marry into their pack, it will stabilize the entire situation."
"I'm not a bargaining chip." I said through gritted teeth, word by word.
But he laughed, as if he'd heard some naive joke: "You've always been one of my cards, Aurora. It's just that you were too weak in the past and had no qualifications to be at the table."
I almost wanted to smash the water glass in front of him, but his next words made my hand freeze in mid-air.
"Your uncle's company owes me an old debt—if you don't agree to the marriage alliance, I can make them bankrupt right now."
He took out a contract from his suit pocket, placed it in front of me, and lightly tapped it with his slender finger:
"Sign this marriage contract, or watch the company you desperately saved collapse again. If your uncle falls, your grandmother and grandfather will also be homeless."
My fingertips were ice cold, but my chest burned hot.
I picked up the contract, my fingertips trembling slightly. The words on the paper were like thin needles, stabbing straight into the depths of my heart.
Father sat across from me, still with that cold expression, like supervising a business acquisition rather than his daughter's future.
"Who do you want me to marry?" My voice was cold as an ice blade.
"The Alpha of the Silver Moon pack—Ferris." When he said this name, his expression clearly showed more wariness. "Young, calm, powerful, just recently took office, and needs a Luna to stabilize the situation. You're perfect."
When I heard this name, I froze.
"Alpha Ferris?!"
The moment I spoke this name, my heart involuntarily trembled.
Not because of fear, but because he had once been my deepest obsession in youth—my childhood friend, the man I had silently loved for many years.
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