Sold To The Scarred Alpha King

“I was born a wolfless runt, the shameful bastard of the Cooley Pack, and treated like a stray dog my entire life. When the time came for a blood pact marriage, my family eagerly threw me away, forcing me to take my half-sister's place. They sold me to Justen Romero, the notorious third son of the ruling dynasty. Everyone knew the rumors. He was a violent, unhinged recluse whose face had been melted into a grotesque nightmare by a catastrophic silver explosion. My stepmother and sister celebrated my departure, fully expecting the crippled monster to torture and kill me in his lair. When I returned to the compound days later to retrieve my dead mother's belongings, they were waiting for me. They stood in the grand foyer, wearing expensive designer dresses bought with my marriage money. "Look what crawled back from the crypt. Did the ruined dog kick you out of his bed already?" My half-sister sneered, raising her hand to slap me, bragging about how she would secure the real Romero heir and leave me to rot in the Rogue lands. For nineteen years, I had slept in a damp basement, enduring their endless abuse. I couldn't understand how my own blood could be so vicious, gleefully paving their path to high society with my dead body. But what they didn't know was that the terrifying monster they sent me to die with wasn't a monster at all. As the heavy oak doors of the mansion suddenly exploded off their hinges, revealing my furious, fiercely protective Alpha husband and his armed enforcers, I stopped cowering. This time, I was going to watch them lose everything.”