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The Billionaire Alpha's Wolfless Fated Mate
Werewolf I worked day and night as an architect to pay for my adoptive father's medical treatments. But to my adoptive mother and sister, I was just a wolfless stray meant to be exploited.
Everything shattered when I came home to find my steel lockbox empty. They had stolen my top-secret pack blueprints and sold them to a rival firm—with my boyfriend of two years acting as the broker.
"Your sister needed a down payment for her new estate," my adoptive mother sneered, demanding I also hand over the deed to my apartment.
When I refused, they set out to destroy me completely. My boss tried to scapegoat me for the data breach, threatening to strip my credentials and send me to a labor camp.
But the ultimate betrayal came hours later. To clear their debt and fund my sister's high-society wedding, my adoptive mother pulled the plug on my father's life support.
I was blacklisted, penniless, and had exactly four hours to find half a million gold certificates to save the only person who ever loved me.
They wanted to strip the meat from my bones and watch me crawl back to them begging in the gutter.
They didn't know that my defiance had just caught the attention of Godfrey Brock, the most powerful and ruthless Alpha in the territory.
I pulled his platinum-embossed business card from my pocket and dialed his private number.
"Lord Brock," I said into the receiver. "I accept your terms." Flash Marriage: My Mysterious Boss Husband
Billionaires To fulfill her dying grandmother's final wish, Clarice married a complete stranger.
After a quick signature at City Hall, the man handed her a key and vanished overseas for an entire year.
But when Clarice was promoted to the corporate headquarters, her quiet life was shattered.
A year later, they crossed paths at the company. As Clarice sized up her formidable CEO, she was struck by a vague sense of familiarity, yet she could not for the life of her place where she had seen him before.
Rumors spread that the powerful CEO of The Sinclair Group, who had always kept his distance from all women, was married-and utterly obsessed with his wife, spoiling her rotten.
Clarice had heard the gossip too, never realizing that the envied Mrs. Sinclair was none other than herself.
It was not until one night after a banquet that the truth came to light. Slightly intoxicated, Nolan Sinclair IV leaned close to her ear and murmured in a low, intimate voice, "Darling." Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Royal General
Werewolf I sealed my rare White Wolf aura and royal identity for three years to repay Alpha Silas for saving my life, secretly building his impoverished pack into prosperity.
But instead of gratitude, he brought his mistress Elara to our bedroom, forcing me to sign an Omega downgrade contract.
"She has earned her place by my side in the Capital. Not you," Silas announced coldly.
When I tried to leave, he crushed my hand under his heavy boot. To solidify her position, Elara poisoned me with wolfsbane, and Silas tortured my face with a silver scourge to extract a false confession of a secret lover. Locked in a silver-wired cage on the carriage ride to the Capital, I bled out and lost the pup I had secretly been carrying. Silas and his mother merely watched with cold indifference.
"It is merely a Rogue's bastard pup. It deserves to die," Elara sneered.
I gave them everything, using my clandestine royal connections to feed their starving pack, yet they treated me like disposable refuse and killed my unborn child just to elevate a thief.
When Silas dragged me before the Lycan King and Queen to publicly execute my supposed lover—who turned out to be the Royal Army's top General and my true fated mate—I finally let my black velvet hood fall.
It was time for them to realize the "Omega slave" they had tortured was actually the kingdom's eldest Princess. Trading Passion With The Ruthless Tycoon
Romance Chloe was drowning in crushing debt and a rare neurological condition that made her skin agonize for a touch she couldn't bear.
That was until her mysterious neighbor, Julian, stepped in. He saved her from a predatory client by beating the man half to death, secured her a $20,000 payout, and miraculously cured her tormenting condition with a single, desperate night in her bed.
But Julian was dangerous. He drove a Bentley, had the police turning a blind eye to his violence, and hid dark secrets behind a handyman disguise. Terrified by his world and the absolute control he had over her body, Chloe panicked. The morning after he tenderly held her together, she pulled out her checkbook.
She handed him a check for $500.
"For your service. It was excellent," she said coldly, treating the lethal man like a cheap escort.
His vulnerable expression shattered, replaced by a look of profound hurt and ice-cold rage. He slammed her door, vanishing from her life.
Almost immediately, her skin began to burn again, and her career stalled. The brutal realization hit her: she had driven away the only person who could anchor her. But why did a man with such immense wealth and power pretend to be a blue-collar worker just to get close to her in the first place?
Desperate, she wired him another $500 to force a reaction. Late that night, as she stood nervously at a convenience store counter buying boxes of condoms, a low, triumphant voice whispered in her ear.
"Preparing for next time?" Phoenix Rising: My Doomed Supreme General Husband
Mafia Arden Monroe was locked in a sterile psychiatric room by her own flesh and blood.
Not long after, her brother Delmar arrived with a cold ultimatum.
He demanded she publicly break her engagement so her fiancé Brenden could marry her half-sister Kallie.
If she refused, the doctors would declare her legally unstable, and she would rot in this asylum forever.
In her previous life, Arden fought back desperately.
As a result, her family froze her trust fund and completely destroyed her reputation in high society.
They even framed her fiercely loyal assistant, Jennie, throwing her into a terrifying concrete cell to silence her.
When Arden had absolutely nothing left to take, they orchestrated a tragic accident.
She was left to burn alive in an abandoned warehouse, feeling her own bones turn to ash.
Until she died, she didn't understand. She was a Monroe, her father's legitimate daughter.
Why did her father and brother hate her so much?
Why did they collude with political enemies to slaughter her maternal grandfather and uncles just to strip away her protection?
Opening her eyes again, the suffocating smoke was gone, and she was back on the day Delmar came to force the breakup.
"I'll do what you want," Arden whispered, perfectly masking her cold, murderous resolve.
This time, she would inherit the secret Beaumont wealth, ally with the dying General Donovan Mathews, and burn their world to the ground. The Sick Tycoon's Unwanted Substitute Bride
Billionaires I am the adopted daughter of the Dillard family, a medical student surviving entirely on a full scholarship.
But when their family business faced bankruptcy, my adoptive parents decided it was time for me to pay them back.
My sister refused to marry a rumored "dying freak" from the wealthy Terrell family, so they forced me to take her place.
When I refused, my adoptive father showed me a flawless, disgusting AI Deepfake video of myself.
"Sign the marriage contract, or this goes to your medical school."
To save my hard-earned future, I was shoved into a wedding dress and shipped off to the Terrell estate.
But my nightmare had just begun.
My new husband was the exact same dangerous, sick man I had accidentally injured while escaping an attacker the night before.
He didn't recognize me in the light, assuming I was just the greedy, gold-digging Dillard daughter.
He humiliated me, forcing me to sleep on the floor and clean shattered crystal with my bare hands.
As the sharp shards sliced into my skin and blood pooled in my gloves, I didn't shed a single tear.
He told me I had a three-month trial period as his wife before he threw me out.
I calmly wrapped a band-aid around my bleeding finger.
Three months is exactly what I need to find the original Deepfake file, ruin my adoptive family, and escape this monster for good. Out Of Your League: The Lethal Ex-Wife
Romance Erica Murphy had spent three years rotting in a freezing prison cell.
She thought she was serving time for a tragic accident, but the truth was much darker. Her husband, Colten, had framed her for his mistress's drunk hit-and-run, stolen her fortune, and left her to take the fall.
The day Erica was finally released, a speeding car intentionally slammed into her, shattering her spine. As she lay dying on the emergency room table, flatlining on the monitor, Colten and his pregnant mistress didn't come to save her. Instead, they tossed a stack of divorce papers onto her bloody hospital blanket. They wanted her to sign away her last remaining shares and take on thirty million dollars of toxic corporate debt.
"Sign it," Colten demanded coldly, looking at her crushed body with utter disgust. "Consider this the last bit of dignity I'm giving you."
The original Erica died right there, suffocating in despair and betrayal, unable to understand how the man she loved could be so monstrous.
But when the flatline on the monitor suddenly spiked and her eyes snapped open, the traumatized victim was gone.
Replaced by the cold, calculating consciousness of a future special ops commander. With microscopic nanobots rapidly fusing her shattered bones together, Erica picked up the pen, preparing to burn Colten's entire empire to ashes. From Mafia Doll To Montana Queen
Mafia I was the invisible daughter of the Hayes crime family, secretly painting portraits of Marcus, the Underboss. He was the man who had once protected me from the world, the man I loved from the shadows.
But he chose power over affection. To secure an alliance, he engaged Isabella.
Threatened by my existence, Isabella staged a fake miscarriage and framed me for destroying her heirloom wedding dress.
Marcus didn't ask for my side of the story. Blinded by rage over his "lost heir," he ordered his guards to drag me to the Ice Cellar—a freezing underground torture chamber used for traitors.
For days, I shivered in the absolute darkness, listening to the water drip, realizing the man I worshiped was actually my jailer. My father, protecting his own millions, let it happen.
In that cold, the girl who loved Marcus died.
When he finally released me, he expected me to be broken, obedient, and grateful for his mercy.
Instead, I burned every painting I had ever made of him. I packed a single bag and vanished into the night, escaping to a rugged ranch in Montana where no one knew my name.
Three years later, the truth about Isabella’s lies finally surfaced.
Marcus tracked me down. The King of New York fell to his knees in the dirt and cow manure of my new home, weeping, begging, and offering me the entire world to come back.
I looked down at the man who once owned my heart.
"You can't un-shatter a glass, Marcus," I said coldly. "I'm not coming home." The Betrayal That Broke Me
Romance The sterile hum of the hospital room grated on my nerves, a grim backdrop to my mother' s shallow breaths. I clung to her frail hand, praying each rise and fall of her chest wouldn't be her last.
But then my phone buzzed, pulling me into a different kind of nightmare: a photo of my wife, Sarah, draped provocatively over a junk car, sent by Jake, her "creative director."
My blood ran cold. Sarah, my Sarah, looking cheap and available, with Jake' s smug caption about "pushing boundaries."
Then came his direct message-another photo, Sarah' s eyes closed, her lipstick smeared, and Jake' s hand on her bare shoulder, possessive.
Below it, a single line that ripped through me: "Wish you were here? Don't worry, I'm taking good care of her."
Rage flooded my chest, hot and acidic. I called Sarah, my voice shaking, begging her to come, to say goodbye to my dying mother.
"I can't just leave, Alex," she snapped, her voice sharp with impatience. "This is Jake's big break. Everything is riding on this. I can't let him down."
"Your mother-in-law is dying," I whispered, disbelief choking me. "My mother is dying."
"And what do you want me to do about it?" she sneered. "Hold her hand? It's not like she ever liked me anyway. I' ll be there when it' s over. Just... handle it. I have to go."
The line went dead, her cruel words echoing in the suffocating quiet of the hospital corridor.
Moments later, the doctor delivered the news: she was gone. My world went silent.
Then, my phone buzzed again, an Instagram notification: "Sarah.Evans and Jake.Creates are now live."
I clicked it, a hollowed-out shell of a man, watching my wife celebrate with her lover while my mother's body grew cold in the room behind me.
They celebrated their "win" with champagne, Sarah screaming, "To us! To the win!" as Jake leaned in for a long, deep kiss, for the whole world to see.
Why? Why did she choose him? Why did she treat my mother with such contempt in her final hours?
The answer lay buried in years of betrayal, starting even before our wedding day. And now, I would unearth every dirty secret, even if it meant tearing my own life apart. My Son's Death, His Sympathy Vote
Romance My life as Jocelyn Scott, wife to rising political star DA Ethan Scott, was a carefully crafted facade of domestic bliss, though I, a Senator' s daughter, had traded my ambition for his.
Then came the "accident." At the hospital, my husband, bandaged for dramatic effect, publicly declared amnesia, disowning me and our five-year-old son, Leo, and embracing his "first love," Sabrina, daughter of a powerful senator whose endorsement he craved.
Overnight, I became a "household staff member" in my own home, watching Sabrina wear my clothes and sleep in my bed. Leo, ostracized and bullied at school, came home with bruises and tear-filled eyes, while his father walked past him as if he were furniture. The final, crushing blow came when Ethan, watching our son drown in a fountain, joked, "Well, that'll get the sympathy vote." Leo died that night, and Ethan saw his death as pure political gold.
How could he? How could the man I loved, the father of my child, be such a monstrous, calculating machine? My son, my beautiful boy, reduced to a tragic headline, his resting place torn down for a hot tub.
In that hollowed-out instant, the last shred of my former self died. And in its place, a cold, hard resolve was born. I would fake my own death, resurrecting Jocelyn Fuller, and become the ghost that would haunt his rise, then meticulously orchestrate his devastating fall. Built From The Ashes
Modern My last memory of my first life was Ethan, standing over my grave.
He wasn't crying; he was smiling, that cruel twist of his lips I knew all too well.
"I forgive you, Chloe," he' d whispered, putting his arm around Jessica as they walked away with the son I' d raised, leaving me to rot.
They stripped me of everything: my apprenticeship, my dignity, decades of my life wasted raising their abandoned baby, "Lucky."
When I got sick, they threw me away like trash, only to reveal their truth: Lucky was their child, conceived in a twisted plan to steal my future.
I gasped, my eyes flying open, not in a coffin, but back in my 1995 body, young and alive, standing on a desolate back road.
Just feet away, a baby carrier, and the wailing infant inside.
In my past life, pity had washed over me, and I' d rushed to save him, unknowingly signing my own death warrant.
This time, as I looked at the carrier, I felt nothing but a cold, hard fury.
I turned my back and walked away, choosing a path of ice instead of kindness. When Good Backfires: A Student's Vengeance
Young Adult My college life as a pre-med student at a California state university was focused on rigorous studies, good grades, and upholding personal integrity, shared with my best friend Olivia and our free-spirited roommate, Jessica.
The facade of normalcy shattered when Jessica reappeared after a three-day disappearance, clutching my personal water bottle, her neck and arms covered in unsettling red welts, all while boasting about dodging crucial health screenings.
My attempt to responsibly report her for avoiding mandatory health checks spiraled disastrously: Jessica, fueled by rage, staged a dramatic escape and, aided by her ethically compromised academic advisor, Dr. Peterson, orchestrated a fake cyberbullying charge against me.
Suddenly, my reputation was on the line due to a formal disciplinary warning, making me the campus pariah.
How could doing the right thing backfire so spectacularly, leaving me accused and shamed, while actual recklessness went unchecked?
The injustice was a bitter pill, confirming my deepest suspicions about Jessica's manipulative nature and the disturbing, illicit alliance she clearly shared with Dr. Peterson.
But instead of breaking me, this unfair attack ignited a cold fury, transforming my disgust into a calculated resolve: I would expose their corrupt web, even if it meant playing their game, starting with a discreet "accident" in Dr. Peterson's office. Her Second Life, His Last
Romance My sister Eleanor was set to marry Marcus Thorne, a powerful man whose family held immense sway.
It was a pre-arranged union, heralded as the cornerstone of a grand alliance between the Harrisons and the Thornes.
But my world shattered when I uncovered the horrifying truth: Marcus had orchestrated Eleanor's death, masking it as a "sudden illness."
Before I could expose his monstrous secret, a killer's hands clasped my throat.
The suffocating scent of expensive oud cologne filled my lungs as my vision faded.
My first life ended right there, in my father's study-a place of power that became my tomb.
Every attempt to reveal the truth, every desperate plea, was brutally silenced.
The injustice was a burning fire within me.
How could his heinous crimes go unpunished?
The phantom ache of that chokehold, indelibly linked to the memory of that rich, woody scent, fueled an insatiable fury.
I died knowing the monster would walk free.
But then, I gasped, sitting bolt upright in my silk sheets, sunlight streaming into my room.
It was Eleanor's engagement day once more.
This wasn't a nightmare; it was a resurrection.
This was my second chance.
I knew what I had to do: I would marry Marcus Thorne myself, infiltrating his inner circle to save Eleanor and orchestrate his ultimate downfall.
This wasn't just survival; it was war. Once Broken, Now Free
Modern My 21st birthday wasn't just a day; it was the day.
The day Ava Harrison promised we' d meet at Austin's iconic Continental Club, the moment I believed she'd finally see me, the kid who poured his soul into songs just for her.
But as I arrived, guitar in hand, ready to begin our future, I heard her voice, clear and cold, telling her friend: "It' s a great way to finally shut down little Ethan. Still chasing that silly promise about The Continental Club."
Then came the public engagement, a diamond flashing as she announced, "Sweet, but a little too late." My world crumbled. Moments later, a stage light crashed. I was severely injured, but Ava, my supposed future, didn't stay. She left me, bruised and broken, for her new fiancé, Julian, sending a single, chilling text: "#EngagedLife."
How could the girl I worshipped, the one I wrote a decade of music for, be so utterly cruel? So dismissive of my love, my pain? The betrayal burned deeper than any physical wound.
I smashed my guitar. Blocked her. And packed my bags for Nashville. This wasn't just over; it was a detonation. I swore I' d turn that agonizing betrayal into music so powerful, it would become her inescapable shadow. This wasn't the end of me; it was the birth of something far more formidable. The Ninety-Nine Betrayals
Romance The world went gray after the crash that took my parents, leaving their green tech company on the brink. Then my dazzling wife, Izzy, appeared like a savior, her old Texas oil money propping us up. She was my rock, my biggest cheerleader through ninety-eight failed prototypes, always assuring me the ninety-ninth, UrbanFlow, would be "the one." I loved and trusted her completely.
Until I overheard her chilling confession. She wasn't my supporter; she was a saboteur. She'd orchestrated every single one of my "failures," systematically leaking my core algorithms and business plans to her old flame, Caleb. My IP was the foundation of his booming tech empire. Our marriage? A cold, calculated "strategic" move to keep me coding, dependent, and utterly blind.
The woman I adored, my "Izzy," was a venomous lie. Every affectionate word, every comforting touch, twisted into a cruel mockery of love. My life was a meticulously constructed deception, my genius hijacked, my parents' legacy exploited. Nausea churned in my gut, quickly replaced by a simmering, icy rage. She believed I was a naive fool, that I had nothing without her.
She was about to discover just how wrong she was. My heart ached with betrayal, but my mind sharpened with unwavering resolve. I would not just reclaim my work; I would unleash a reckoning so precise, so public, that they would pay for every single lie. This was no longer about a company—it was about justice. You might like
His Discarded Luna, the Rival's Obsession
Lila "No wolf. No family. Harmless. Useful. The second I am done with her, the Luna title is yours."
Eira Crawford heard those words through her husband's office door.
For four years, she had been Sebastian Vale's hidden mate. She managed his household, entertained his relatives, cleaned up his messes, and lived on the three thousand dollars he gave her each month like charity. Even buying a new coat required an explanation.
But for his first love, he casually prepared three hundred thousand dollars in research funding.
To Sebastian, Eira was nothing more than a wolfless Omega from an orphanage. A quiet, obedient wife with no pack, no power, and no value beyond being useful. He had never introduced her publicly as his Luna. His family treated her like a servant. His sweetheart mocked her as a woman who could only survive by clinging to an Alpha.
So Eira stopped crying.
She recorded the affair, filed for mate dissolution, and placed the divorce papers in front of Sebastian. Even then, he thought she was throwing a tantrum. He signed without hesitation, certain she would come crawling back once she realized no one else would want a discarded, wolfless Omega.
He was wrong.
The woman he left at home washing dishes was a Stanford-trained electrical engineer. The "useless" wife he ignored was the hidden chief engineer behind a national self-developed chip project. Her movements were classified. Her disappearance could alert the federal authorities. Her name, once revealed, was enough to shake the entire scientific community.
And Sebastian knew nothing.
After walking out of his house with nothing but her freedom, Eira crossed paths with Killian Sterling, the coldest and most powerful Alpha in the north. He did not know her name yet, but his wolf recognized something in her that everyone else had missed.
Meanwhile, Sebastian finally realized that Eira was not bluffing.
He searched the entire city like a madman. For the first time in four years, he publicly called her his wife. He demanded she return. He begged for another chance.
But by then, Eira was no longer waiting in his house.
She was seated at the Sterling Pack's dinner table, dressed with quiet confidence, while the most feared Alpha in North America stood beside her.
In front of everyone, Killian Sterling placed his hand at her back and said coldly,
"Eira is not anyone's discarded Omega."
"She is my Luna." The Luna You Betrayed Is No Longer Yours
Erika002 "This is Virella, my wife."
Three years.
And that was all Alpha Kaelen gave me.
No welcome. No touch. No recognition.
Just another woman at his side, carrying his child.
While I ruled in his absence, I was nothing more than a placeholder. A Luna he never chose.
So I gave up. And I left.
One rejection was all it took to break the bond.
When I returned, I wasn't the Luna he abandoned. I was untouchable, respected, and feared. And no longer his to claim.
Now he watches me like a man drowning...
Because the woman he discarded came back as something far beyond his reach. And this time, I didn't come alone.
The Alpha of Ebonmoon stands beside me, his presence crushing, and his hand firm on my waist...
"Careful, Kaelen," his voice drops, dark with warning. "Rowena isn't yours anymore."
His lips brush my temple, possessively. "She's mine. If you try to take her, I'll end you." Untouchable: The Alpha's Miracle Doctor
Yue Rujing I was the wolfless disgrace of the pack, traded like cattle to a dying monster.
When a royal decree stripped away my engagement, my own father gave my fiancé to my cruel sister, Charly. My punishment for being born without a wolf? A forced marriage to Demetri Contreras—the crippled, disgraced Alpha left to rot from silver poison.
They threw me into a frozen, forgotten estate, waiting for my new husband to die so I could be buried as a silent widow.
Charly laughed as she stole my life, my mate, and my future. My family discarded me, just like they murdered my mother years ago.
They thought this exile would break me. They thought I was a helpless pawn.
They didn't know that inside this fragile body lived the soul of the top interstellar miracle surgeon.
Looking at the ruined, festering Alpha bleeding on my wedding bed, I didn't see a corpse. I saw the deadliest weapon in the realm.
The fallen Alpha needs a miracle to survive. Lucky for him, I am the miracle.
I will drag this monster back from the gates of hell—and together, we will burn my enemies to ash. Betrayed Me For My Sister? I'm The Pack's Apocalypse
Benz Amy grew up as the Beta's daughter, loyal to the pack to point of losing herself, convinced that fate would one day reward her devotion.
When the sacred bond finally marked her as the mate of the future Alpha, she believed she had found her true love.
But the ecstasy of one night turned into the dawn of condemnation: in front of the entire pack, she was stripped of her rank, her mate, and her future-all for her own sister, who carried the future Alpha's child.
Amy finally learned that destiny could be denied, bargained away, trampled upon. She stood tall as they took everything from her, bowed her head as they humiliated her, and personally prepared the wedding invitations for the man who had chosen her... then abandoned her.
At that, something within her froze, fractured, transformed.
Rejecting a sacred bond chosen by the Moon Goddess always had consequences, and one day, the pack would face the consequences of defying the Goddess's will. His Defiant Mate: The Lycan King's Chosen Luna
MAINUMBY I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack.
He was thirty-two minutes late.
When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together.
Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor.
Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me.
The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there.
My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made.
When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name.
Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna.
I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient.
I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye.
But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak.
He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own.
"You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me."
Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow. The Alpha's Discarded Luna
Velvet Piston I was three months pregnant when the car hit me.
Lying there, barely hanging on, I called my husband-Alpha Ethan-over and over. No answer. When I finally woke up from the pain, I saw a post from his first love, Ivy. "Thank you, Alpha, for knowing how scared I am of the dark and staying with me all night. He even cleared his whole schedule today to take me to the auction, just to give me the best gift in the world. I'm so happy!"
Right then, it hit me. While I was fighting to protect our child, he was with another she-wolf. I calmly liked her post and put my phone away.
Since he chose his first love, I chose to let go.
Seven days from now, I'd leave his world for good-with our child. Reborn And Remade: The Wolfless Bride's Revenge
Mo Moqi I was the "wolfless" Omega of the Stephenson Pack, treated like garbage for twenty years.
When the wealthy Ramirez Pack offered an alliance, my adoptive family forced me to take my sister's place.
I was to be the sacrificial bride for Calvin Ramirez, a terrifying Alpha King dying from a vicious curse.
In my past life, I cried and begged them not to send me away. I blindly trusted my boyfriend, Pierce, who promised to save me.
But I didn't know he was sleeping with my sister the whole time.
Once they squeezed every drop of wealth from my forced marriage, they orchestrated my "accidental" death.
As I lay dying in a pool of my own blood, I watched my sister and my boyfriend laughing over my corpse.
They mocked me for being a pathetic, useless genetic dead end.
Until the moment my heart stopped, I didn't understand why my absolute devotion only bought me a grave.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning I was supposed to be handed over to the Alpha King.
This time, I calmly looked at my hypocritical family.
"I'll do it, but I want a legally binding Pack Severance Agreement."
"And all the alliance gifts from the Ramirez Pack belong to me."
I watched their faces turn pale with sheer horror as my new power awakened.
In this life, I choose to watch them burn. 
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