The Dying Alpha's Unexpected Fated Mate

I was born a useless Omega, living in the slums. When the Kensington Pack's Alpha heir was dying, they needed a sacrificial bride to absorb his curse.

My cousin faked a coma to escape, so I was dragged away as her replacement. They didn't treat me like a bride, but a disposable vessel.

The Alpha's cruel brother deliberately crashed my carriage. To humiliate me, he forced me to complete the wedding ceremony with a rooster. Afterwards, the maids locked me in a dark, damp storeroom to rot, waiting for the ritual to bind my life to a corpse.

In their eyes, an Omega from the swamp was just garbage. They thought they had brought a helpless lamb to the slaughter.

But they didn't know my soul was from another world. I wasn't a lamb; I was a surgeon.

I faked a deadly asthma attack to force the terrified servants to take me to the Alpha's chamber. Using my silver needles, I drew the incurable poison right out of his heart.

When the arrogant Alpha woke up and tried to use his dominance to throw me out, I simply pierced a nerve cluster in his neck, completely paralyzing him.

"Now, my patient," I smiled sweetly as he glared at me in horror. "Let's discuss my consultation fee."