Sold To The Monster: The Wolfless Bride

I was born a "wolfless" outcast in my own pack, treated worse than a stray dog while my younger sister Bristol was worshipped as the golden child.

To secure a political alliance, my father, the Alpha, decided to substitute me for Bristol and sell me to Kaleb Caldwell—a crippled, monstrous Alpha rumored to tear his brides apart.

When I showed fear, my brother beat me until my ribs cracked, while my parents watched with cold indifference, calling me a useless commodity.

On the morning of my wedding, my mother handed me a cheap cotton shroud instead of a gown.

And my sweet, perfect sister publicly gifted me an ornate box filled with moldy, filthy rags to humiliate me one last time.

"Sister, I thought you were always so sentimental about your old things," she mocked, playing the victim as my brothers defended her cruelty.

For twenty years, I took their punishments and loved a family that secretly rejoiced in my misery.

They wanted me to die a broken, fearful substitute in a monster's den.

But as I looked at their sneering faces, the terror inside me finally burned away into pure, cold rage.

I didn't cry or beg anymore.

Instead, I blackmailed my father for twenty percent of the pack's wealth and forced him to sign a blood oath severing our ties forever.

They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter, but with the secret healing power newly awakened in my blood, I was going to tame their monster and become his only salvation.