Rejected By The Pack, Now A Queen

For three years, I was the ultimate laughingstock of werewolf high society—the illegitimate, "wolfless" genetic defect banished to the remote borderlands by the Simon Pack.

I only came back because my older sister, Gertrude, was dead.

She was once the most dazzling Luna, but her mate, Alpha Dillon Lewis, publicly rejected her for failing to bear high-ranking pups.

He tore up their mate contract and tortured her to death with high-purity silver, burning her inner wolf to ash.

Worse yet, my own blood relatives refused to let her be buried in the family cemetery.

My grandmother, Elder Lady Agatha, called her a disgraced Rogue and ordered her corpse to be dumped in the acid marshes to prove our family's loyalty to the Lewis Pack.

"A disgraced Rogue's corpse doesn't belong at my front door! Throw her to the stray dogs!"

They all thought I was just a crippled outcast who could only watch her sister be discarded like trash.

They thought a wolfless reject had no power to demand a blood debt from a powerful Alpha CEO.

But they didn't know I was suppressing the supreme, ancient Sacred White Wolf bloodline.

They also didn't know I was the secret billionaire financier holding the Alpha King's throne together.

I walked straight into the Royal Treasury, slammed a fifty-million-dollar draft onto the King's desk, and bought a royal execution warrant for Dillon Lewis.

Now, I'm heading back to the estate, and it's time to clean house.