I Hired A Drifter Who Is The Supreme Alpha

I was born a defective, unawakened Omega, treated as nothing but a disposable corporate asset by my own Pack.

My stepsister drugged me with a triple-dose heat inducer, paying street thugs to ruin me so my father could sell me off to a fifty-year-old sadistic pervert for a fifty million investment.

I barely escaped the trap, only to rush to the hospital and find my amnesiac boyfriend of two years tenderly feeding my stepsister.

"You shameless social climber! Throw this lying lunatic out on the street!"

He believed her fake tears, completely forgetting that I was the one who stayed in the ICU for two months, draining my own blood to wake him up. He threw a glass at my feet, slicing my ankle, and had his guards drag me out into the freezing autumn wind.

Back home, my father unleashed his Alpha's Command, ordering me to pack my bags and marry the pervert tonight.

Looking at my bleeding ankle and the mocking faces of my family, my heart turned to cold ashes. Why did my own blood treat me like garbage? Why did the man who swore to protect me with his life become my cruelest abuser?

Since both family and love were poison, I decided to flip the entire board myself.

I logged into the dark web and posted a bounty to hire a cheap, background-free rogue to legally register as my Mate and ruin their alliance.

But I never expected that the "penniless drifter" who accepted my four-thousand-dollar offer was actually the most ruthless pureblood Alpha billionaire on the continent.