Unwanted By The Pack, Claimed By The Alpha

From the back cover

As the lowest-ranking Omega, I spent six grueling months secretly caring for my adopted sister's comatose Alpha fiancé.

But the moment he finally opened his eyes, my sister shoved me into the shadows and tearfully claimed all the credit for his miraculous recovery.

My own parents eagerly backed her lies, secretly threatening to lock me in the basement to rot if I dared to expose her.

The Pack Elders praised her fake devotion, immediately preparing her grand Luna ceremony.

Even the Alpha's mother, who knew the truth, shoved a hush-money check into my hands and told me to run away before my sister's powerful family had me killed.

I stood trembling in my cheap clothes, watching the arrogant sister who had refused to even touch him now basking in the glory and wealth that were rightfully mine.

For eighteen years, I had been their punching bag, but I couldn't understand why my own family would so ruthlessly erase my existence just to protect her counterfeit image.

When my sister smugly ordered the guards to throw me into the woods like garbage, the Alpha suddenly unleashed his crushing aura.

He stared at the frozen crowd and demanded to know the one secret thing his Inner Wolf had craved while trapped in the dark.

My sister confidently blurted out a lie about premium steak.

Ignoring my parents' frantic warnings, I stepped right up to his bed and looked him in the eye.

"Blood-Fruit," I said clearly.