His Defiant Mate: The Wolfless Omega's Revenge

“I was known as the "wolfless," ugly, and stupid Omega of the Stonefang Pack, treated worse than a stray dog by my own family. That miserable life ended when my sweet, perfect cousin Cassidy handed me a cup of tea. It was a paralyzing poison, and soon after drinking it, I was dragged into the deep woods and thrown into a freezing stream to drown. The toxic brew left my face disfigured with hideous blotches. I almost died in that water, nearly strangled by a cursed, berserk Alpha King who was losing his mind. I only survived by awakening a dormant Psychic Imprint left by my mother, forcing me to forcefully kiss the Alpha to siphon his energy just to keep my organs from shutting down. As my mind finally cleared, I realized the "feeble-mindedness" I suffered my whole life wasn't natural. It was their poison, a slow drip meant to keep me docile while they stole my legacy. Why did my own blood want me dead so badly? Dragging my broken body back to the pack estate, I found them draped in black, holding a lavish memorial service for my "tragic accident." Cassidy was at the altar, shedding fake, heartbreaking tears. I kicked the heavy oak doors open, stepping into the light with my ruined face and a stolen silver dagger. "Starting my memorial without the guest of honor? How rude."”