His Innocent Wolfless Stray Turned Queen

I was the proud princess of the Montgomery werewolf clan. We took in a struggling socialite, Brie Forbes, treating her like family.

But she repaid our kindness with the ultimate betrayal. She sold our pack's defensive codes to Baron Guerra, a ruthless Alpha who slaughtered my entire family in one night.

Baron crushed my father's chest under his boot while Brie slapped my bloodied face.

"You always looked down on me. Look who holds the crown now," she hissed.

They pinned me down and injected pure liquid silver directly into my neck. The poison burned through my veins, permanently killing my inner wolf.

Then, they threw my paralyzed body off the 120th floor of our penthouse, leaving me to splatter on the pavement below.

They took my family, my beast, and my pride. For three years, I lived in the shadows as a wolfless stray, enduring hellish treatments just to survive while they paraded around as the new rulers of the city.

But they didn't know my father had hidden our ancestral relic on me, keeping my heart beating.

Using that relic, I bought the ultimate protection: the wardship of Connor Harris, the most terrifying Lycan warlord in the northern hemisphere.

Tonight, wearing a gown studded with black diamonds, I held his arm and walked into their grand gala.

Seeing Brie's horrified face as the crowd parted for us in absolute terror, I smiled.

The stage is set. Tomorrow, you fall.