I Accidentally Imprinted On The Wolf Duke (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
When the Duke discovered that the attendant he had kept by his side for three whole months, believing him to be a man, was actually a woman, it was impossible to predict how he would react.
Although last night he had behaved like a lustful beast, she knew better than anyone just how much the Duke distrusted women, having watched him closely for the past three months right at his side.
The Duke detested women so much that he would go so far as to take a wide detour just to avoid crossing paths with one walking toward him.
And yet, this Duke—who disliked women to such an extreme—was now talking about compensation for damages?
What kind of person looks for a bedmate just to demand financial recompense?
She quickly shook her head.
That couldn’t possibly be the reason.
The Duke was rational, sensible, and wealthy beyond measure—there was no way he’d seek monetary compensation for something like this.
Besides, no amount of money could undo what had already happened and restore his virginity.
Moreover, in the Elaion Empire, where attitudes toward intimacy were relatively open, it made no sense—even for anyone other than the Duke—to hold one party accountable simply because two consenting adults had spent a night together.
Right! There was no need to worry just yet.
Sir Joyce had gone to “Dog and Cat’s Night,” but there was no guarantee he’d actually find her.
Besides, he was searching for a woman, while both the Duke and Sir Joyce believed her to be a man—it would be difficult for them to connect her with any female guest who had stayed at that inn.
So nothing would happen.
Chloe buried her head in the pillow, trying hard to shake off these troubling thoughts.
Her previously alert mind began to blur, and her eyelids slowly grew heavy.
Overwhelming physical exhaustion from a sleepless, harrowing night finally overcame her mental fatigue.
[This is the timeline separator]“Huh!”
Chloe, who had somehow drifted off to sleep, suddenly jolted upright as if struck by lightning.
What time was it?
She glanced out the window and saw the sun sinking low on the horizon—it was already late afternoon.
Just how long had she slept?
The Duke never employed female attendants and disliked any physical contact even with male servants, so he never accepted help with bathing or dressing.
Thus, even as his personal attendant, Chloe only needed to assist with his morning wash, bring tea in the morning and afternoon to receive his daily instructions, and attend to him if he specifically called for her.
It was so leisurely that one might say the Duke’s attendant had the easiest job in the world.
Of course, when she first began serving him, there had been no such established routine, so she’d hesitated slightly at first. But since the Duke never gave explicit directions, this pattern gradually became the norm.
In any case, since she had so little to do, being late even for his tea time would be unacceptable.
But she had already overslept well past afternoon tea.
Chloe quickly prepared the tea and entered the Duke’s room.
“I’m late. I apologize.”
“…….”
The Duke said nothing.
Was he annoyed because she was late?
Feeling uneasy, Chloe paused while setting down the tea and glanced at him.
Goodness!
The Duke was glaring at her with one hand held just beneath his nose, his expression pinched as if blocking out a foul stench.
His eyes burned so intensely she nearly felt her insides freeze.
“Your Grace?”
Was being a bit late really worth this much anger over a delayed cup of tea?
He’d often let his tea go cold without drinking it even when it was prepared on time.
“You….”
The Duke started to speak, then grimaced.
Strangely, he looked almost pained.
“Your Grace, are you unwell?”
“Hmph! It’s nothing. Just open the window.”
“Yes.”
Could he have a headache? Why did he suddenly need fresh air?
When she returned after opening the window, the Duke’s expression seemed slightly more relaxed.
“Shall I bring the tea to your desk, Your Grace? If you have a headache, drinking some tea might help….”
“No! Don’t come any closer!”
“…Yes.”
Chloe was utterly bewildered.
At the mere mention of her approaching, the Duke waved his hands as if she were infected with the plague—almost as if warning her that he wouldn’t tolerate her coming any nearer.
“Leave.”
“Are there no instructions for me today? The mail….”
“I said leave!”
Startled by the Duke’s near-shout, Chloe snapped her mouth shut.
“Leave. Now.”
The Duke commanded once more.
Chloe flinched and hurried out of his room as if being chased away.
[This is the timeline separator]“Phew…!”
The moment Klein left and the door shut behind him, Hughgray took a deep breath.
It was certain.
Klein, whom he knew to be male, carried that woman’s scent.
And it was even clearer now than before.
From someone who previously had no discernible scent at all, an intensely sweet fragrance—identical to the one imprinted on his memory from that woman—was now emanating strongly.
He must be losing his mind.
First, imprinting on a woman he’d just met, and now being enchanted by a man.
In the entire history of wolf shifters, he’d never heard of such a phenomenon.
Why on earth would a man suddenly begin giving off that woman’s scent, of all things!
His thoughts were already muddled enough just trying to find the woman he’d imprinted on—now he was losing his senses to the scent of a servant.
This was an unprecedented crisis.
[This is the timeline separator]The next day, Sir Joyce returned.
He entered the Duke’s study to report his findings from the investigation.
Chloe discreetly followed behind him. She needed to hear exactly how much he’d uncovered.
Although the Duke had chased her away so harshly yesterday, it shouldn’t raise suspicion—Sir Joyce had often been accompanied by an attendant when meeting with the Duke in the past.
True enough, the Duke’s eyes briefly swept over Chloe standing behind Sir Joyce—but thankfully, he didn’t send her away.
“Did you find the woman?”
The Duke shifted his gaze to Sir Joyce.
“Yes. Only one woman stayed at that inn that night. The innkeeper said it was her third visit. Her name is Chloe.”
Chloe squeezed her eyes shut.
Chloe… Chloe!
Was she doomed to live forever as Klein?
How on earth had they learned her name at the inn?
She was sure she hadn’t written it down—there wasn’t even a guest register at that place.
“Her surname?”
The Duke asked.
“He said they didn’t know her surname. Apparently, she mentioned her name only once, on her third night there, when she was drunk and let it slip.”
She didn’t remember saying her name…
Ah! No!
Suddenly, that conversation from that night came rushing back.
She clearly recalled blurting out those exact words, trying to avoid revealing her real name.
“Chloe.”
The Duke murmured her name softly.
Chloe shivered involuntarily.
She knew he hadn’t said it because he recognized her as “Chloe,” yet she felt as exposed as if all her disguises—her wig, glasses, and male attire—had been stripped away, leaving her standing naked before him.
“He was drinking on the first floor that night and went up to the second floor later. He disappeared at dawn. He always paid his lodging in advance and would leave his room before dawn each time. The innkeepers didn’t know where he came from, only that he mentioned he was on vacation and about to return to his workplace—so he’s definitely not a local.”
“Chloe isn’t from Arne. He was on vacation.”
The Duke muttered deliberately, as if etching every detail into his memory.
Each word struck her like a stone to the head.
“Yes. And….”
Sir Joyce hesitated slightly.
This felt ominous.
What else could possibly come out of his mouth?
“And what? Report everything you’ve found without omission, Joyce.”
The Duke pressed sharply for the rest.
“He mentioned work was exhausting and said he wanted to quit his job, return home, fall in love, get married, and have children. It seems he likely had a fiancé—or at least a lover.”
Ah! Just as she feared!
Chloe sincerely wished she could slap herself.
She’d actually said she wanted to go home to fall in love and get married?
And children, no less?
Apparently, when drunk, she blurted out even the tiniest thoughts buried deep in her heart.
She’d been so fed up with cross-dressing that she’d said everything only women could do—but she’d never seriously considered any of it.
Her clenched hands grew clammy with sweat.
Now that her name “Chloe” was out, any further information would leave her utterly cornered with no escape.
“A fiancé? Marriage?”
The Duke repeated, his face sterner than she’d ever seen it.
“That’s merely my assumption.”
Sir Joyce added quickly.
Feeling utterly absurd, Chloe glared at the back of Sir Joyce’s head, then cautiously glanced at the Duke.
The Duke kept his head bowed, staring fixedly at his desk.
“…….”
Just as the heavy silence in the room became suffocating, the Duke finally spoke again, urging him to continue.
“Given that it was a stopover between his workplace and hometown, his job or home must be at least half a day’s travel away. I plan to narrow the search to women named ‘Chloe’ living in regions more than four hours’ travel from the inn. Even so, it will likely take considerable time. It might also be wise to place a request with the Information Guild using the woman’s name.”
As Chloe listened to Sir Joyce, her strength drained away and her legs trembled.
She felt like prey being steadily cornered by hunters.
No—this was precisely the time she needed to keep her wits about her!
Yet despite forcing strength back into her legs, the moment she lifted her head, she startled and nearly collapsed to her knees.
The Duke was staring straight at her.
She couldn’t understand why he was looking at her instead of Sir Joyce.
Chloe quickly lowered her head again.
“Find out as quickly as possible.”
But the Duke addressed Sir Joyce without saying anything further to Chloe.
“Yes.”
Sir Joyce nodded and turned to leave. Chloe swiftly followed behind him, eager to escape the Duke’s room.
It was fortunate that the Duke hadn’t objected to her presence so far—but given how he’d just stared at her, slipping away quietly was clearly the safest choice.
“Klein.”
But the Duke called out to her just as she’d already turned to leave.
Oh no—again!
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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I understood why she wanted to keep her identity hidden at first (because of the money issue) but now I understand why she wants to run away. Sir Joyce just made it seem like her very life is in danger from the Duke!
The calm before the storm…. she thinks she’ll make it out of this, but we all know what’s going to happen.
So did he really not realize she’s the woman? Does he think it’s just “his” sister?
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Just as the Duke had fitted every circumstance neatly into his own misunderstand
I actually find this hilarious. The Duke was overly delusional, so she might as well go big im her falsehoods too! 😂🤣 Fight delusion with more extreme delusions!
Moreover, he was kind, courteous, cheerful, and thoughtful—the kind of man whose
I hope this guys isn’t a 2nd male lead. I don’t like feeling bad for a childhood friend when we all know who the end game is.
She wanted to cover her ears—this conversation between two men discussing her si
OMG, I can’t breathe right now😭😭😭
They’re talking about her body, and she can’t stop the conversation
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I wonder how long it’ll take for the Duke to find out his “male” servant is the woman he is looking for.