His Hidden White Wolf: The Alpha's Contract Mate

For years, the entire Pack mocked me as the bloated, wolfless freak of the Holder family.

I thought it was just my tragic fate, until I hid in the attic and overheard my stepmother and stepsister laughing.

"As long as she keeps drinking that mutated Wolfsbane soup I brew for her, her precious White Wolf bloodline will remain dead forever."

My deformed body and dormant wolf weren't natural defects—they were the result of their daily poison.

To get rid of me completely, they planned to sell me as a breeder to a perverse, blind old Beta from the black market.