Chapter 1 Will You Marry Me?

When Whitney Walker arrived at the city hall, her intended mate for marriage had not yet arrived. It was a half-hour delay past the agreed time, and just as Whitney was about to make a phone call, the other party's call came in first. As soon as she answered, a harsh and abusive voice pierced her eardrums. "Whitney, you are a liar. Have you forgotten what you've done? A prostitute who has slept with so many people, and now you want to marry me? Let me tell you, dream on! No wonder you proposed marriage after just three dates. If it weren't for your sister telling me, I would have almost been fooled by you. Shameless prostitute! Go to hell!" Beep beepbeep. The call was abruptly ended. Whitney didn't even have a chance to explain before she was condemned. She gripped her phone tightly, causing her fingers to turn white. Although her lips moved, no sound of defense emerged. Leia, the fierce and combative side of Whitney, roared, This person clearly knows nothing! He should be taught a lesson! Leia was a fierce and combative wolf. Their personalities differed a bit. Many times, Leia advocated for solving problems with violence, but Whitney was unwilling to do so. She was even somewhat timid and cowardly. "Let it go, Leia." The voice on the other end of the phone was loud just now, and many people's eyes fell on Whitney. Their disdainful and contemptuous gazes were like countless fine needles piercing Whitney's heart. The nightmare from two years ago struck again. On that endless dark night, she lay on the bed with a blurred consciousness until heavy panting sounded above her head. A tremendous force suddenly lifted her hips, and a slippery giant opened up the entrance to her body like expanding territory. In the chaos, she realized that she had been violated! Like being fed with poison, she lost the ability to resist. Even the keen sense of the werewolf failed to capture the man's scent. The more she struggled, the deeper the man's organ penetrated. The rigid shaft clung to the vaginal wall like a suction cup, inch by inch, until it was completely inserted, and then the violent thrusting began. She instinctively scratched the man's arched spine, unable to produce a moan. Tears burst out uncontrollably, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't escape... Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, and Whitney's face gradually turned pale. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably. Not far away, a pair of deep black eyes, like ancient wells, stared at Whitney. The slender fingers tapped the armrest of the wheelchair absentmindedly, with a thoughtful gaze. "Mr. Morrison." At this moment, another young man suddenly came to that man's side with a hurried expression, holding a phone and speaking softly, "Miss Liam is calling." The man reached out and took the phone, and immediately a piercing roar came from the other end. "Stefan, the Cappe Pack disgusts me! How dare you actually hide your disability from me. I will never choose a disabled person as my mate!" The young man beside Stefan looked a bit embarrassed. Stefan was one of the candidates for the next Alpha of the Cappe Pack. Unfortunately, he had a disability in his legs due to an accident in his childhood. The other werewolves in the pack believed that a powerful pack didn't need a disabled candidate, and some even wanted to expel Stefan from the pack. In order to let him stay in the Cappe Pack, his grandfather Michael Morrison arranged a marriage between him and Nora Liam, a woman from a powerful pack. However, Nora found out about his disability before they got married... Stefan, however, hung up the phone expressionlessly. His cold gaze was still fixed on Whitney. He spoke indifferently, "It doesn't matter. She just despises me because I'm disabled. I don't need a mate who doesn't respect me." "But..." The young man, who looked like an assistant, hesitated. "Old Mr. Morrison is pressuring us..." Ignoring his words, Stefan pressed the switch on his wheelchair and made his way towards Whitney. You saw her too, didn't you? I could smell it. Her scent is unique and strangely familiar... As the wolf within Stefan, Pessi possessed immense power and, more importantly, a keen sense that could detect even the faintest of scents. "Miss, will you marry me?" A clear and gentle voice resonated, pulling Whitney out of her thoughts. Whitney was taken aback as she looked up. A man in a wheelchair had suddenly appeared before her, seemingly out of nowhere. He possessed a flawless face that took people's breath away, with sharp eyebrows and captivating eyes. Every feature on his face seemed to be meticulously crafted without a hint of imperfection. He wore a simple white shirt, but it was evident that it was tailored perfectly, accentuating his tall and slender figure. Even in a wheelchair, his noble and aloof demeanor remained unchanged, like a rare flower on a lofty mountain, making people hesitant to approach. Whitney was momentarily stunned until the man spoke again, bringing her back to reality. "What?" "I overheard your phone call. You must be eager to get married, right?" Whitney's breath hitched, and embarrassment and awkwardness washed over her once again. "Well, what a coincidence. I want to get married as well." Before Whitney could respond, the man continued, his voice calm as if he was discussing a business deal rather than a major life event. "So, let's fulfill each other's needs. Is that okay for you?" Hey! Whitney, don't space out! This is a great opportunity! I believe this man is our destined mate, Leia cheered from within her body. Whitney finally started to react a little. The man in front of her actually wanted to marry her, but they had just met; this was too absurd! "Sir, we don't even know each other. This decision is too hasty." "You didn't know those men you went on blind dates with either." The man's response was indifferent yet direct, leaving Whitney speechless. "Oh, I see. You look down on me because of my disability, don't you?" "Of course not," Whitney blurted out. But as she met the man's mysterious ink-black eyes, she realized that she seemed to be easily influenced by him. Whitney looked at the man in front of her and felt like she was being targeted as prey. "Miss, I believe you desperately need this marriage. If you let this opportunity slip away, where do you think your next chance will come from?" The man crossed his arms and placed them on his long legs on the wheelchair, looking up at Whitney with a penetrating gaze. Whitney admitted that she was convinced. She truly needed a marriage. More precisely, she needed a marriage to protect herself. Her mother was seriously ill, and initially, her father was covering her mother's medical expenses. However, her father's business gradually declined due to the pack. Recently, he not only stopped paying for her mother's medical expenses but also wanted to sell her to the neighboring pack's Alpha in exchange for funds. It was rumored that the Alpha was a middle-aged lecherous man who kept many women as mistresses. Whitney would never want to become one of them. So, she started frantically going on blind dates, hoping to marry herself off quickly. Whitney didn't reply and silently clenched her fists. Although the man in front of her had a physical disability, his appearance and demeanor indicated that he was an exceptional werewolf, far superior to the mediocre men she had met on blind dates before. Oh, Whitney. Haven't you been seeking to quickly get married and escape your father's control for the past three months? The opportunity to fulfill your wish is right in front of you now, so why are you hesitating? With countless thoughts racing through her mind, Whitney finally bit her lip and suppressed the last trace of hesitation in her heart. Suddenly, she looked up and said, "Alright, I accept your proposal."