Rejected By The Traitor, Claimed By The Lycan

From the back cover

To save my failing pack, I signed my life away in a secret marriage to Carmel Benton, the notorious and terrifying Alpha heir.

Meanwhile, my ex-boyfriend Bennet—the man I devoted myself to for five years—got engaged to another woman for power.

Yet he still cornered me in a dark parking garage, shamelessly demanding I become his underground mistress.

"I took three poisoned blades to the chest to save your life!" he roared, using that bloody night from five years ago to chain me down once again.

Worse, my own blood relatives summoned me at 3 AM, ordering me to step aside so my arrogant cousin could take my place in Carmel's bed.

They called me a wolfless, defective freak who deserved to be thrown into the streets.

For years, I swallowed everyone's abuse because of that crushing blood debt I thought I owed Bennet.

But as I stared into his shifting, greedy eyes, a chilling realization hit me.

Just nights ago, I had seen a horrific, jagged scar across my new husband Carmel's ribs—in the exact spot where an assassin's blade would strike.

Bennet wasn't the one who nearly died for me in that freezing alley. He was a fraud.

I slammed my newly signed script contract against Bennet's chest, watching his face drain of color.

"We owe each other nothing," I told him coldly, severing the fake debt forever.

This time, I was done being their sacrificial lamb.