Dumped by My Fiance, I Bonded with the Ultimate Alpha

Three years ago, I was poisoned with feral wolf venom. I went from being the prodigy of the werewolf world to a useless, wolf-less weakling.

Six months ago, my fiancé, Damian Frostmane, sent a messenger to deliver a formal betrothal rejection letter.

Before I could even process it, the news of our broken engagement spread like wildfire across the entire Northern Pack Coalition's Snapchat groups.

The rejection letter contained only four words:

[Unfit to Pair.]

Immediately after, a photo of me bloated from the venom was leaked online.