My Ex-Fiancé Thought I Married a Comatose Alpha King

The night before my betrothed and I were to swear the blood oath before the Moon Altar,the wealthiest Alpha in the capital's high pack circle demanded that my family send a daughter to honor an arranged betrothal with his comatose son.

The moment my betrothed,Dorian Darkmoor,heard the news,he ripped the moonstone ring off my finger and slid it onto the hand of my false-heiress sister,Rosalind Thornfield.

Then he made it official before the pack council,letting the whole territory see his proclamation carved into the soulstone message board:"She is claimed."