The Secret Princess: Her Revenge On The Alpha

From the back cover

For the ninety-ninth time, I stood alone at the altar in a polyester dress I bought from a clearance rack, waiting for a Mating Ceremony that would never happen.

Alpha Damian didn't show up. Instead, a photo popped up in the pack group chat showing him feeding strawberries to Hadley, the woman claiming to be his savior.

He called my scars repulsive, never knowing that the mangled flesh on my back was the price I paid to pull his paralyzed body from a fire.

I drained my White Wolf blood for five years to heal his crushed spine, losing my ability to shift, only for him to treat me like a slave in his own house.

But the final straw wasn't the humiliation. It was when my adoptive father had a heart attack in the driveway.

I begged Damian for help. Instead of calling a doctor, he tossed my car keys into a sewer filled with sludge and laughed, watching my father take his last breath because I "needed to learn a lesson in obedience."

Staring at my father's lifeless body, the love I held for five years turned into cold ash.

I looked at the Alpha who thought he was a King, and I picked up the phone to dial a number I hadn't used since I was a Princess.

"Come get me, brother," I told the Lycan King on the other end. "I'm done playing the maid. We are burning this pack to the ground tonight."