After Rebirth, I Refused the Cruel Alpha and Married the Dead Alpha King

From the back cover

"For the honor of the fallen Nelson Pack, I humbly ask for Lady Kelli's hand."

Demonte's voice echoed through the grand banquet hall as he knelt before the Alpha King.

The crystal chandeliers blinded me, but it was the phantom pain of jagged silver blades piercing my chest that made my breath catch.

I looked down at my smooth, unscarred hands.

I was back. Reborn on the exact night of my seventeenth year when my life was bartered away like worthless livestock.

Demonte played the chivalrous Alpha, pretending to save a "useless, wolfless orphan" like me.

Beside him, his secret lover Baylee shed theatrical tears, playing the selfless martyr willing to share her man.

In my past life, I believed their sickening lies.

I let them use a twisted marriage rite to steal my pack's million acres and ten thousand loyal warriors, only to be locked in a dark dungeon while they slaughtered my remaining kin.

My heart hammered violently against my ribs, but my blood boiled with cold, unyielding fury.

Why should this adopted hypocrite be allowed to steal my inheritance and erase the sacrifice of his own pureblood brother?

I refused to take Demonte's outstretched hand.

Instead, I sank to the cold marble floor before the throne and demanded to fulfill an ancient honor pact by marrying his deceased brother, the fallen hero Edward Wiley.

Just as the royal court erupted in mockery over my vow to a dead man, the heavy iron doors crashed open, and a terrifying, blood-drenched warrior stepped out of the freezing northern gale.