His Defiant Luna: The Lycan King's Contract Bride

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I was waiting at the freezing airport for my fiancé when my phone buzzed with a dashcam alert from my other car. Opening the app, I was paralyzed by the sight of my fiancé, Floyd, tangled in the backseat with my own sister, Charlotte. "Alexa is a wolfless failure. I'm only marrying her for the pack shares," he groaned on the screen. When I brought the damning footage back to the packhouse, expecting my uncle to punish their betrayal, he unleashed his Alpha aura on me instead. "To prevent a scandal, the engagement is hereby transferred to Charlotte," my uncle declared coldly, blaming me for risking their corporate alliances. My aunt sneered, telling me that if I walked out those doors, I would be nothing but a pathetic rogue who would die in the streets. I was the true heir to my late father's legacy, yet I was standing entirely alone in a house of thieves. But the agonizing betrayal didn't break me. It rapidly cooled, hardening into an impenetrable armor of ice around my heart. I had nothing left to lose, which meant I was free to destroy them. I packed my core trust fund documents and went straight to Alaric Maxwell—the terrifying, ruthless Lycan King who supposedly repulsed all physical touch. I offered him a clinical, fake marriage to crush my uncle, completely unaware that the apex predator had already set an inescapable trap to claim me as his forever.