Sold To The Monster: The Wolfless Bride

Chapter 2

Word Count: 831 | Released on: 24/06/2026

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sical rage. For now. His gaze swept over me, a quick, dismissive inventory. His eyes had flickered to Bristol fi

an," he said, his voice fl

back, his voice muffled. "I was just

covered in bruises, it's the Mathews family name that looks weak.

his fear of our father. He muttered a curse, and his footsteps re

It wasn't a look of concern. It was a warning. "His

leaving me in the

Each breath was a sharp stab in my side. I shuffl

ady purpling on her cheekbone. But it was her eyes that held me. They were

was alone.

right? Brennen can

flection in the mirror, her face once again a m

just held her ga

the coldness she saw there. A flicke

out a small ceramic pot. "I brought you some healing

. It was for the trouble

s a dry rasp. "I do

r. The sweet smile on

ropping to a venomous whisper. "Do you really think

malice. "You're the one being shipped off to marry that crippled monster, not me. You should be

, designed to inflict maximum pain. A

ed the cold

ch my own bruised lips. It wa

you smiling at? You wolfless freak

y voice quiet but steady. "You think you've e

y mind. Bristol, older, in a lavish room, her face bruised fa

just traded one cage for a prettier one. You'll run from the

struck a nerve, a hidden fear she must have ha

her hand

d shot out, my grip clumsy and

k in them. The absolute absence of fear. She stared at me, trul

e, "we are done. You and I. The bond of sisters

wrist, shovin

mall wardrobe and began pulling out the plainest, most severe dress

d frozen, her face a ma

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Sold To The Monster: The Wolfless Bride

Xiao Zhaoling Werewolf

“I was born a "wolfless" outcast in my own pack, treated worse than a stray dog while my younger sister Bristol was worshipped as the golden child. To secure a political alliance, my father, the Alpha, decided to substitute me for Bristol and sell me to Kaleb Caldwell-a crippled, monstrous Alpha rumored to tear his brides apart. When I showed fear, my brother beat me until my ribs cracked, while my parents watched with cold indifference, calling me a useless commodity. On the morning of my wedding, my mother handed me a cheap cotton shroud instead of a gown. And my sweet, perfect sister publicly gifted me an ornate box filled with moldy, filthy rags to humiliate me one last time. "Sister, I thought you were always so sentimental about your old things," she mocked, playing the victim as my brothers defended her cruelty. For twenty years, I took their punishments and loved a family that secretly rejoiced in my misery. They wanted me to die a broken, fearful substitute in a monster's den. But as I looked at their sneering faces, the terror inside me finally burned away into pure, cold rage. I didn't cry or beg anymore. Instead, I blackmailed my father for twenty percent of the pack's wealth and forced him to sign a blood oath severing our ties forever. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter, but with the secret healing power newly awakened in my blood, I was going to tame their monster and become his only salvation.”