“I was known as the defective, wolfless outcast of the Cooley Pack, treated like a stray dog by my adoptive family. The only thing I had left was my fiancé, Freddy, until I caught him rutting with an Omega in a public restroom. "Once I use this marriage pact to swallow her dead parents' trust fund, I'll dump her in the outer barrens." When I kicked the stall door open and broke off the engagement, my adoptive parents were furious. They didn't care about his betrayal; they only cared about the business loans his family had promised them. "Climbing into his bed is a blessing for a freak like you!" They even set a vicious trap at a family banquet, locking me in a dark room pumped full of Heat-inducing incense so Freddy could force a permanent Marking bite on my neck. To them, my life was nothing but a cheap bargaining chip to be traded for commercial real estate. I had endured their abuse for years, suppressing my true White Wolf bloodline just to quietly investigate my birth parents' disappearance. But after being pushed to the brink, I was absolutely done playing the meek, helpless victim. To completely sever their control over my life, I grabbed a broke rideshare driver off the street and signed a legally binding Blood Pact marriage. My adoptive family laughed, waiting to publicly humiliate my penniless new husband at the banquet. Little did they know, my "stray dog" husband was actually a supreme Lycan Alpha, and he was about to make them all kneel.”