Chapter 2

The contempt on Coran's face instantly turned to fury.

He strode over and grabbed my wrist. The force felt like it could crush my bones.

"Cinnia, you'd rather choose a cripple to disgust me than beg me?"

Before I could react, my father rushed over.

I thought he was going to stop Coran and protect me.

Instead, he raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap.

"Smack!"

The crisp sound exploded throughout the entire wedding venue.

My cheek instantly swelled red and burned with pain. Blood seeped from the corner of my mouth.

The mocking laughter in the hall came to an abrupt halt, then erupted into even more piercing whispers.

"Cinnia! You've humiliated all of Silthowl pack! Get back here right now!"

There wasn't a trace of heartache in my father's eyes, only anger and disgust.

I covered my face, tears threatening to spill.

Not because of the pain, but because of the icy coldness in my heart.

This man was my father, the Alpha of Silthowl pack.

At this moment, Vivian stepped forward with false concern.

"Dad, Cinnia was just being impulsive. Don't get too upset..."

As she spoke, she "accidentally" stepped hard on my foot with her high heel.

The piercing pain made me instantly lose my balance.

She then pretended to lose her footing and slammed her shoulder hard into me.

I stumbled and fell to the ground.

The pristine white wedding dress was instantly stained with blood from my mouth.

The guests below began pointing and whispering.

"The older daughter is a lunatic. At least the younger one is sensible."

"Good thing Coran chose the right person."

Vivian smugly caressed her belly, her eyes full of provocation.

Cedric tried to help me, but Coran's friends held him back firmly.

"What are you? You think you're worthy of touching her?" Coran sneered.

I lay on the floor, looking at his anxious but powerless face.

A despair worse than physical pain surged through my heart.

Was this the man I chose?

He couldn't even protect me.

Coran looked down at me from above, his eyes full of triumph.

"Cinnia, see clearly now? This is your choice. A waste who can't even stand steady—how can he protect you?"

He crouched down and reached out to pull me up.

"Be good. Come back. I can let bygones be bygones and pretend none of this happened."

This man had called me a dead fish to his friends just last night.

Now he was putting on a show of deep affection.

Disgusting.

I used all my strength to violently shake off his hand.

"Get lost!"

Coran's face instantly darkened.

"You don't know what's good for you."

He stood up and kicked the wedding dress beside me.

"Since you're so cheap, go ahead and be with your cripple. But don't regret it!"