My father was the leader of the Silverlands tribe. He was old and had always hoped that I would agree to Mateo, the neighbouring tribe’s alpha, request for a contract marriage and thus consolidate my power.
Today, I finally granted his wish with my own hands. Mateo arrived to greet me, and despite my grief, he drove me to the hotel.
Everyone’s gaze was drawn to him as he pushed open the car door and walked out, admiring his powerful physique.
Mateo smiled as he opened the door for me. When we entered the room, I noticed he was much taller than me, and his eyes shone like a fire in them.
Mateo placed his arm around my shoulders, as if silently requesting permission for intimacy.
“Ivy, have you really agreed to a contract marriage with me to deal with the pressure from your family to get married?” He put his lips close to my ear and whispered, “Now is your last chance to regret it. After that, I will not let you go.” I leaned into his arms and whispered, “Absolutely not.”
The rush to mark is not only to relieve the pressure to get married, but also to make my dying grandmother feel better. My grandmother was a formidable warrior within the tribe. When she was younger, she fought in several major battles and sustained numerous injuries.
Six months ago, the residual wolf poison in her body flared up, and she began collapsing quickly.
Since then, she has been hospitalised, and every time I visit her, she asks me the same question: when is the marking ceremony?
My grandmother’s greatest wish was to see me in a wedding dress before she died.
She wanted to see me walk to her bed, holding my friend’s hand, smiling and saying, ‘I’m very happy.’
“Only when I make sure that someone will continue to pamper me in the future, she will close her eyes with peace of mind.”
This was probably my grandmother’s final wish. I swear in my heart to please her. As a result, I pleaded with Henry to marry me.
But seven times, he abandoned me just before marking.
Some people claimed that my glands were cursed, but I know they were not.
Elena became lost in the forest prior to the final marking, and Henry was tasked with finding her.
Elena had previously misplaced her house key and needed Henry’s assistance to open the door.
Previously, Elena refused to eat, and Henry had to coax her. Seven failed markings, seven reasons to rush to Elena, and seven occasions to abandon me without hesitation.
I gave him seven chances, but he didn’t have enough time to mark me.
My heart had grown accustomed to Henry’s absence the last time. I wasn’t as sad as the previous seven times.
Perhaps I had grown accustomed to being abandoned alone, or maybe I had long anticipated his departure.
My grandmother’s words from the last time I saw her still rang in my ears: “I don’t have much time left, and I may not be able to wait until the day of your real wedding; even if I die unexpectedly one day, you must live strong and never let yourself be wronged.”
“Grandma, I promise to become as powerful a werewolf as you.
This time, I would never allow myself to be wronged again.
Seven chances were the last straw, and I was done.
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