I Accidentally Imprinted On The Wolf Duke (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
Before her cross-dressing was exposed—and before it was revealed that “Chloe,” the woman involved in that one-night stand, was actually her—she needed to get the Duke out of this house while he still believed she was a man.
Of course, since she had only worked for three months, she would have to repay nine months’ worth of the year’s salary she had already received. Still, this was far better than facing a penalty fee or punishment.
She had no clear way to secure the money right now, but that was a problem for later.
Without delay, she headed back toward the Duke’s room—the same room she had fled from just moments ago.
Now that she had made her decision, there was no reason—and no time—to hesitate.
Knock knock.
“My lord, it’s Klein.”
“Come in.”
At the Duke’s reply, Chloe entered his room.
“What is it?”
The Duke, busy writing something, didn’t even look up as he asked.
“My lord… I’m afraid I must say something truly regrettable.”
“Speak.”
He still refused to meet her eyes.
“I thought it only right, as your personal attendant, to inform you before telling the butler.”
The Duke, who had been moving his quill, finally stopped and lifted his head to look at her.
“Why are you beating around the bush like this? If you have something to say, say it quickly and leave.”
His tone felt as cold as a winter draft.
Why did the Duke’s demeanor toward her swing so wildly between winter and summer every time she entered his room?
Just yesterday, he’d chased her out as if she carried a contagious disease, yet moments ago he’d asked her all sorts of trivial questions in a manner she could only describe as unusually gentle.
And now, his manner was as icy as a cold plunge bath.
Ever since that fateful night, the Duke’s mood had shifted abruptly and unpredictably.
Still, his coldness was easier to bear than sudden familiarity.
“My lord, I deeply apologize for saying this after only three months of your generous employment, but… I must resign.”
“…What?”
“My mother has been unwell for some time, and I believe I must return home to care for her. As for the salary I received in advance for medical expenses, I’ll arrange repayment with Mr. Wilson.”
“…Is that so?”
“Yes!”
“…”
She had expected him to simply accept it, but the Duke fell silent.
After all, she’d only been hired for three months.
Though she felt she had no choice, she still felt ashamed.
“There… there are surely many other attendants who could serve you. But if you need me to stay even a few more days to fill the gap, I will do so.”
She only needed to stay in the Duke’s household until Sir Joyce and the Information Guild uncovered her true identity.
“You received your salary in advance for medical expenses?”
At last, the Duke spoke again.
To her surprise, his focus had shifted to the matter of her salary.
Apparently, he hadn’t even known she’d received an advance.
“Yes. Even if not immediately, I’ll repay it gradually.”
“…Very well, then. Do that. It must weigh heavily on your mind if your mother is unwell.”
“Oh—yes.”
Finally hearing the Duke’s permission, Chloe felt the stiffness in her neck and shoulders ease slightly.
“Thank you. And I’m truly sorry for resigning so abruptly.”
She even had the presence of mind now to add a proper bow.
“Then be off. Hmm… coordinate your departure date with the butler.”
“Yes. Understood.”
Chloe bowed deeply and left the room.
She had no idea the Duke’s gaze clung stubbornly to the back of her head.
[This is the timeline separator]Thud.
The moment the door clicked fully shut, Hughgray snapped back to his senses and frowned at the ink smudge left on his letter.
He must have unconsciously pressed the quill hard against the paper.
“I’ll have to rewrite this.”
He muttered, his brow slightly furrowed.
He’d been drafting a letter to House Tilbeth, whose estate lay within the Kingdom of Tigrimum, to cancel their ongoing marriage negotiations.
House Tilbeth…
Long ago, apex predator beastkin engaged in fierce territorial battles. Ultimately, the lion and tiger clans—the two top predator lineages unable to decisively defeat each other—split the continent and founded separate nations.
They ruled not only humans but also subordinate predator and prey beastkin races.
However, other apex predator beastkin—such as wolves, hawks, and snakes—refused to submit to their rule.
They remained in their established territories within the two divided nations, coexisting independently.
An ancient agreement acknowledged the lions’ and tigers’ supremacy but prohibited interference in the affairs of other apex races.
If House Ulphaz had fought the lion beastkin to preserve their independence in Elaion, then House Tilbeth had played the same role in Tigrimum.
Thus, Ulphaz and Tilbeth were the pillars of the wolf beastkin clans—and had historically intermarried most frequently to produce Alphas.
Therefore, it was considered virtually inevitable—by both him and the entire wolf beastkin race—that he, as an Alpha, would imprint upon a female wolf of House Tilbeth.
Yet, inexplicably, he had imprinted on a human woman instead.
Since imprinting could not be undone, his betrothal to Leina Tilbeth—a wolf beastkin of noble blood—had to be annulled.
He set the quill in its stand and crumpled the ink-stained letter.
But when he pulled out a fresh sheet, he hesitated—then crushed the untouched paper in his fist once more.
Resigning? So suddenly? So arbitrarily?
After merely a few months of service, how dare she give no prior notice and announce her departure like this?
His barely suppressed irritation finally tore through the mask of composure.
And all this over a mere personal attendant—not even because of the ruined imprint.
Normally, he would never get angry at a servant who resigned due to a sick mother.
Thus, he had forced down his rising frustration and embarrassment and acted reasonably—just as always, logically and rationally.
So why was he so furious now?
Her Tigrimum language skills alone should have warranted a higher-than-usual salary.
And she’d even taken that high salary in advance!
He’d specially kept her as a personal attendant precisely because of those language skills—yet she had been the clumsiest and most reluctant servant imaginable.
Worse, she hadn’t even used that ability once before leaving! With his marriage to the Tilbeth heiress now off the table, he no longer needed an interpreter. Logically and coldly speaking, it truly made no difference whether she or anyone else served as his attendant.
And yet…
Infuriating. Utterly infuriating!
In the midst of this chaotic mess caused by a broken imprint, that servant dared to abandon his post on a whim?
Did he not care at all about his master’s state of mind?
He knew full well that Klein Reeden had no idea about his imprint—but he still clung stubbornly to this unreasonable resentment.
Right. He’d even accommodated that servant’s unusual leave request.
And now, not only was that leave insufficient—this servant intended to resign and leave him behind entirely.
That infuriating, fragrant rascal.
“…!”
Suddenly, his eyes widened.
Leave him behind? Since when did a mere servant have the right to abandon his master?
“You’re insane. Completely out of your mind.”
Feeling abandoned over the resignation of a single attendant—this proved his sanity had truly unraveled since the imprint.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He wasn’t himself right now. He needed to calm down.
This inexplicable anxiety, unease, and irritation—
All of it was undoubtedly due to the imprint.
He had to believe that finding his imprint target would resolve everything.
Chloe.
Only she could fix this.
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“Since you provided a guarantor when receiving your salary in advance, this shouldn’t pose a major issue.”
Wilson spoke while reviewing the paperwork.
It was the identity guarantee document provided by Carcus, whom Chloe had named as her guarantor when moving into the Duke’s manor.
Although the butler was displeased by her sudden resignation, once the Duke granted permission, he gave his consent without further comment—even allowing her to leave as soon as tomorrow. Now, she only needed to settle the advance salary properly.
“Yes. His name is Carcus Takan—he’s a friend.”
“Hmm… Carcus Takan. Lord Borgern himself vouched for this man’s identity.”
“Yes.”
Receiving an advance salary wasn’t something just anyone could do.
Chloe had named Carcus as her guarantor, and since Carcus worked for Lord Borgern, the lord himself had provided the guarantee.
A commoner with no standing couldn’t serve as a credible guarantor—but Lord Borgern certainly could.
Truthfully, she’d been surprised Carcus had secured a guarantee from Lord Borgern.
Employers rarely went that far for their staff.
In any case, Carcus had obtained the official verification document, allowing Chloe to receive her salary early.
She hadn’t wanted to burden Carcus—who she already owed so much—by naming him as her guarantor, but she’d had no other option.
“Your address is still listed as Borgern? So you reside in the same area as your guarantor.”
With the main concern—the salary—resolved, Wilson turned to verifying basic personal details.
These were the employment application documents Klein, Chloe’s twin brother, had mailed to the Duke’s household when applying for the attendant position.
Chloe herself had never actually seen these papers, since Klein had filled them out.
“Yes. We’re childhood friends. As soon as I find work back home, I’ll send the money.”
Thinking of Carcus made her heart heavy.
If asked why she had to quit after only three months, what could she possibly say?
“Right. But remember—interest accrues the longer you delay repayment. I don’t want to be harsh, but these are the rules.”
“Yes! Of course!”
Noting it was time to serve the afternoon tea, Chloe bowed again to Wilson and hurried toward the Duke’s office.
Inside the Duke’s study, only the clinking of the teacup—held by Chloe as she brewed tea—broke the silence.
The Duke sat at his desk, arms crossed, staring fixedly at her with an expression of clear displeasure.
The room was always quiet, but today his silent gaze felt especially oppressive, making even the soft clink of the teacup seem unbearably loud.
“So, have you settled everything? Until when will you be working?”
Just as his wordless stare became unbearable, the Duke finally spoke.
Chloe tightened her grip on the teacup.
She was so tense she feared she might drop it by accident.
“I’ll work through today and leave sometime tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow…”
“Yes.”
“…”
The Duke fell silent once more.
Yet his unwavering gaze remained fixed on her.
The silence grew thick enough to make swallowing difficult and breathing uneasy.
“Shall I bring the tea to your desk, or leave it here on the table?”
Just leave it on the table and let me go quickly. Tell me not to come near you—like you did last time!
“Leave it there.”
Phew…
What a relief.
At least until the Duke stood up from his seat and added, in his mind: “I’ll come over there myself.”
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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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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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?
😂🤣😂🤣 I mean, she DOES like men so it’s not a lie. 😂🤣