Chapter 2
I stared at the check, disbelief washing over me. “You think I was with you for money?” I asked, my voice breaking.
“After everything, that’s all you think of me?”
Lorik didn’t respond. He just stood there, a blank expression on his face. I felt a surge of anger and hurt.
When I married Lorik three years ago, it was also the time when my original PACK was having the hardest time financially, with my Alpha father having a lot of external debt from failed investments.
After I married over, Silvermoonpack did support my original PACK to a certain extent, but I only married Lorik because we were MATES and I loved him more than anything. I never treated this marriage as a benefit exchange.
With a cry, I tore the check in half and threw it at him.
“I’m leaving, but not because of the money,” I said, my voice shaking.
“I’ll wait until the wolf council to end our bond, in front of the elders.
But know this: I’m leaving because you don’t deserve my love.”
I grabbed my suitcase and the gift I’d prepared, then walked out of the house that had been my
home.
The night air was cool and stung my skin as I stepped outside,
replaying the evening’s events in my mind.
No longer tied to Lorik, I was free, but the weight of that freedom felt crushing.
Lorcia’s sudden reappearance troubled me, and I wondered about her true motives after all these
years. As the full moon cast a pale light, I shivered, sensing there was more to the story than I knew.
The silent, charged night hinted at a larger, darker journey ahead, and despite the fear, I felt a Strange exhilaration.
With one last look at my former home, I walked into the night, ready to face the uncertain future
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Chapter
The Werewolf Council holds meetings on the fifteenth of every month. If Alpha and Luna want to sever their bond, they must undergo the rejection ceremony in the presence of the council elders.
However, with nearly a month until the next council meeting, I need to find a job and a place to stay to support myself during this time.
After a while, I dialed a number of a friend in the human world.
The next day, I went to a piano shop and was greeted by a pale and handsome young man who was none other than my friend and the owner of the shop, Maurice.
Maurice had a timeless elegance about him, with his sharp cheekbones, deep–set eyes that seemed to hold centuries of secrets, and an aura of quiet confidence that drew people in. His dark hair, always impeccably styled, contrasted with his almost alabaster skin and charming personality.
“Shirley!” Maurice exclaimed, his face lighting up with a smile. “What brings our famous Miss.’Monologue‘ here?”
“Monologue” is a music account I opened on the Internet, where I occasionally post videos of me playing the piano, many of which are my own compositions. I never showed my face in the videos, but a lot of people were attracted by the content and followed me, accumulating quite a few fans.
Maurice and I have known each other for three years now.
We used to meet in this piano shop, and during a piano test, he recognised me as Internet celebrity Monologue from my fingering when I played the piano, and claim to be a fan of mine. We have been seeing each other a lot since then, but after I got married, our contact became less frequent.
“I need a job, Maurice. As a piano teacher,” I said, feeling a bit embarrassed.
Maurice was surprised but considerate. “Of course. Come in, let’s talk. ”
Just then my phone rang. It’s from an unfamiliar number.
I hesitated, and just as I was about to hang up, Maurice thoughtfully indicated that I could answer the phone first while he waited for me.
I was very grateful and picked up the phone.
An attentive male voice rang out on the other side of the phone. “Hello, please, is there Miss.’Monologue“?”
I replied, “It’s me, what do you want?”
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he man on the other end perked up and introduced himself as a music agent, someone had heard me writing the tune for my wedding anniversary online and wanted to buy that tune.
I wasn’t surprised. Every once in a while someone would make an offer on a tune I’d composed, and all my savings over the years had been spent on paying back the money and on gifts for Lorik.
And how ridiculous it seemed at the moment.
The tune meant so much to me, but I really didn’t have much money left on hand, and just as I was torn between the two, I heard the name of the purchaser.
I exclaimed, “Are you telling me that the person who wants to purchase the tune is from Lorcia, a continent of Syedan.”
The agent, apparently oblivious to my excitement and surprise, said, “That’s right, she said she wanted to buy the tune and play it at her upcoming wedding. Would you be willing to sell this piece
to her?”
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