The Ruthless Alpha's Secret White Wolf

“I woke up trapped in the fragile, wolfless body of an Omega in a werewolf novel I used to read. I was destined to be the tragic "white moonlight" of the ruthless Alpha Kalen Lancaster, doomed to die a gruesome death just to fuel his character arc. In this brutal pack hierarchy, being wolfless meant I was at the absolute bottom of the food chain. My fiercely protective family was starving, bleeding themselves dry to feed me precious eggs while they survived on watery broth and rock-hard bread. Neighbors mocked me as a useless burden who would never shift, and when my cousin suggested a pairing with the Alpha, I was coldly rejected. "Don't be ridiculous," the Alpha had scoffed, dismissing me as a fragile joke. His words stung, but what hurt more was watching my mother spend her last coins on me while her own hands bled from scrubbing floors. Why should my family live in constant fear and poverty? Why should I accept this doomed, pathetic fate just because I didn't have a wolf? But the pack didn't know the truth. Deep within my chest, the ancient, lost healing magic of the White Wolf bloodline had just awakened. Looking at the miraculous, glowing energy pooling in my palms, I made a silent vow. I wasn't going to be anyone's tragic sacrifice, and I definitely wasn't going to wait for a mate to save me. I was going to rewrite my own fate.”