The Alpha's Hundred Million Dollar Mate

From the back cover

At my lavish engagement party, my fiancé George held me close, whispering his undying love in front of everyone who mattered in our elite werewolf circle.

Then, an anonymous video popped up on my phone. It was George, writhing in our bed with a blonde woman, groaning in pleasure.

Instead of crying, I connected my phone to the lounge's main projector. The life-sized video of his betrayal echoed through the sudden, crushing silence of the crowd.

I threw the diamond ring at his chest and walked out into the night.

His powerful family immediately tried to spin the scandal, releasing a statement that painted me as a hysterical girlfriend throwing a tantrum over a "youthful indiscretion."

George even used his spare key to break into my apartment, falling to his knees and sobbing into my jeans.

"Please, Kierra, don't leave me. It was a mistake!"

My own stepmother texted me to say I had embarrassed the family again. They all thought a wolfless woman like me would just swallow the humiliation. They expected me to crawl back and accept my place as a prop in their perfect lives.

But they were dead wrong.

I stepped into the black Bentley of Burton Houston, the most ruthless Alpha in the city, and signed a one-year marriage contract for a hundred million dollars.

With his massive diamond on my finger and his absolute protection, it was time to make them all pay and build my own empire.