The Secret Identity of His Unwanted Wolfless Mate

My fiancé slid a black credit card across the restaurant table, his voice cutting through the quiet room to announce our engagement was over.

"I can't marry a wolfless, it's an insult to the pack."

He declared me a disgrace, while my stepsister sat right beside him, gripping his hand and shedding perfectly timed, fake tears of sympathy.

The humiliation didn't end there. When I returned to the house I grew up in, my own parents treated me like a disease.

Terrified that my ruined reputation would taint their precious social standing, my father actually dialed 911 to report me as a fugitive.

"She's a criminal, lock her up so she stops ruining this family!" my mother shrieked, hoping to throw me in a cell just to get rid of me.

They all looked down on me, mocking my lack of a wolf and praising my stepsister's bright future, fully believing I was just a pathetic, useless outcast destined for the gutter.

But they had no idea that behind my plain clothes, I was "The Architect"-the top-secret genius controlling the military's most classified AI.

So, when the supreme Lycan heir was forced to offer me a fake engagement, I calmly accepted the deal and logged on to apply for M.I.T., ready to show them exactly who they had thrown away.