The Regent Alpha's Secret Heir Chose Me as Luna

In our werewolf kingdom, a wolfless girl like me is considered the lowest dirt on the ground.

My fiancé, the Alpha heir, hung me from the castle walls and whipped me until my wrists bled.

Beside him stood my half-sister, crying fake tears while pressing her chest against his arm.

"Confess to bedding a wild rogue, and I will spare your pathetic life."

He barked the demand, desperate to annul our engagement so he could marry her instead.

The entire pack mocked me as a barren waste, laughing as I hung there like a broken puppet.

When I finally broke free and returned home, the nightmare only got worse.

I found my stepmother and half-sister beating my teenage brother half to death, framing him for stealing my own dead mother's pureblood heirloom.

When I stepped in to save him, my biological father, the Pack Alpha, raised an iron-spiked bone whip to strike me down.

I didn't understand why my own blood relatives wanted me dead, or why they were so eager to destroy us just because I didn't have an inner wolf.

But I was done being their punching bag.

I publicly dumped my cheating fiancé, pulled out my deadly silver needles, and prepared to fight my father to the death.

Just then, the little starving orphan I had saved in the woods stepped in front of me.

With a single glare, he unleashed the terrifying, supreme aura of the royal Lycan bloodline, making my ruthless father drop to his knees in sheer terror.