Rejected By My Ex, Claimed By The Alpha King

My adoptive family was facing bankruptcy. To survive, they needed to marry a daughter to the comatose Alpha King of the Argent Pack.

My sister cried that she refused to marry a living corpse. So, my boyfriend of three years joined my adoptive parents in pushing me onto the sacrificial altar.

Using the gentle voice I once loved, he manipulated me into taking her place. I agreed, demanding the truth about the infant son they took from me five years ago, only for my adoptive father to coldly claim my baby was dead.

The very next day, I went to my boyfriend's office, only to find him pressing my sister against a sofa, kissing her passionately.

"Once I use the Hicks family to get a foothold in the Argent Pack, she'll be useless," he laughed.

He mocked me as a low-born Omega who actually thought he loved her, bragging about how they planned to use me and throw me away.

Every word was a razor blade. The family I tried to repay, the man I loved—they had conspired from the start to sell me like livestock.

They thought I would just quietly rot in a gilded cage, weeping over my lost life.

Instead, I recorded their filthy affair, secured my fifty million dollar dowry, and walked into the royal estate as the legal Luna. And when my supposedly brain-dead husband's body reacted to my touch, I knew my counterattack had just begun.