The Wolfless Bride Of The Dying Alpha

“I was locked in a freezing stone dungeon, condemned by my own father as a "wolfless" disgrace to the Howe Pack. My stepsister, Candyce, glided into my squalid prison wearing sapphire silk, bringing news that shattered my world. She smiled cruelly as she told me my loyal protector was slaughtered at the gates, and my sweet, naive little brother Rowan had been executed that very morning. "It was never about love, you silly girl. It was about what your mother left behind." She revealed that the Prince only courted me to uncover my mother's secret, then she forced silver-laced wine down my throat. As the silver dust tore through my insides like a thousand burning knives, I realized my entire family, and even my intended mate, had conspired to destroy me. They had orchestrated my ruin, stolen my birthright, and stood by watching as I was thrown to the wolves. I died in unimaginable agony, staring at Candyce's beautiful face, finally seeing the ugly, raw jealousy she had hidden for so long. If I get another chance, I swore to the darkness swallowing me whole, I will make them pay in blood. Opening my eyes again, the suffocating stench of cheap cologne filled my lungs, and a heavy weight pressed down on me. I was back on the night of my fifteenth birthday, the exact moment the setup to ruin my life began. This time, I didn't cry. I kneed my attacker, grabbed a heavy crystal ashtray, and waited for my stepsister to kick the door down.”