The Wolfless Outcast's Defiant Mate And Her Sweet Revenge

“I arrived at Blackwood Manor in a simple blue dress, nervous but excited for my engagement dinner with Julian. But my future mother-in-law, Eleanor, handed me a glass of spiked lemonade. Within minutes, I was locked inside an isolated guest room, burning alive in a forced, unnatural Heat. When the door finally burst open, flashbulbs blinded me. Eleanor shrieked, accusing Julian's "crippled" uncle, Constantine, of drugging and defiling me. I looked desperately at Julian, the man who was supposed to love me, but he simply averted his eyes and abandoned me to the wolves. To protect my honor, Constantine took the blame. He endured twenty agonizing lashes from a silver whip, his back torn to bloody ribbons while the entire Pack watched in disgust. I later found out it was all a calculated trap. Eleanor had already arranged a wealthier, more powerful bride for Julian. I was just a disposable Omega obstacle. Even my adoptive family tried to extort a dowry out of my ruined reputation, treating me like worthless garbage. But as I stood in my abusive childhood home, watching Constantine effortlessly crush my adoptive parents' greed, he pointed to the prized decorative plate on their mantel. "Go on. Think of it as a farewell ceremony." I picked it up and smashed it against the stone hearth, the explosive crack shattering years of suffocating silence. This time, I wasn't going to be a victim.”