The Regent Alpha's Secret Heir Chose Me as Luna

In our werewolf kingdom, a wolfless girl like me is considered the lowest dirt on the ground.

My fiancé, the Alpha heir, hung me from the castle walls and whipped me until my wrists bled.

Beside him stood my half-sister, crying fake tears while pressing her chest against his arm.

"Confess to bedding a wild rogue, and I will spare your pathetic life."

He barked the demand, desperate to annul our engagement so he could marry her instead.

The entire pack mocked me as a barren waste, laughing as I hung there like a broken puppet.