The Wolfless Bride's Secret Alpha Husband

Being born a defective "wolfless" in the bankrupt Mccall pack meant I was treated worse than a stray dog.

While running from rogue enforcers collecting my family's debts, I accidentally triggered a fated mate bond with a terrifying, dominant Alpha in a hotel elevator.

But after a night of intense passion, I woke up bruised and alone, finding a crisp one-hundred-dollar bill on the nightstand.

He had treated me like a cheap, nameless prostitute.

When I fled back home, my family didn't care about my trauma. My stepmother slapped me, and my father held a knife to his own throat to force me to take my sister's place in an arranged marriage.

They sold me to the ruthless Mejia Clan to clear their fifty-million-dollar debt, shoving me into a musty, wrinkled gown.

My new husband didn't even show up to the wedding, and his family dumped me at his penthouse, leaving me to be humiliated by a woman claiming to be his cherished mistress.

Why was I always the sacrificial lamb, destined to be used and discarded by everyone?

But I was done being their victim.

"If you ever pull another stunt in my house, the next thing I pour over your face won't be cold water."

I smashed a pitcher of ice water over the mistress's head, claiming my territory. I only had to survive this fake marriage for sixty days, and this time, I refused to bow to anyone.