Sold To The Monster: The Wolfless Bride

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 870 | Released on: 24/06/2026

ad bowed. The silence stretched

d anger. "Their disrespect is an insult to the Caldwell name

nlight caught the polished silver of my mask, erasi

y the weak are insulted by

or a wolfless stray. The only difference to me is

er name, her status-it was all meaningless. This marriage was a political neces

ce betraying a hint of resignation. He ro

to the cold, silent trees. A qui

unfamiliar. Curiosity, perhaps. What kind of woman would be sent as a substitute bride? What

it came. It didn't matter. She wa

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of my place in this family. My stepmother, Luna Evelyn Mathews, circled me, her eyes sh

curled in disgust. "So unseemly. Brennen has no sense of

his head slightly, then his shoulders relaxed.

he announced. Relief washe

me, her expression shifting from annoyance to cold command. "Well, Adali

across the polished surface of the d

them. On my father's relief. On Evelyn's satisfaction

ty of a business transacti

My voice was barely a whisper, strained by the pain

yebrows shot toward her hairline. It was a word they had

ent fear churned: the fear of a life unlived, of dying a victim withou

own on me with the full weight of his Alpha authority. "What did you

ng to force me to my knees. Cold sweat trickled down my back.

time. "I said no. I will not sign anything, and I will not

p, ugly sound. "You? A wolfless disgrace?

grounding me. "I have the right because I am the one they want now. I am th

in my life, I sho

king at me now, not as a nuisance or a shad

that the broken, obedient

impending tirade. His voice was low, d

y through my side. This was my only chance. My one and only move

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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.”