Chapter 1

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.

In the picture, I was wearing a loose, oversized hospital gown. I looked so swollen that my original features were completely unrecognizable.

The entire Northern Coalition was in an uproar.

"This is the heir of the prestigious Blackwood Pack?"

"She’s hideously fat. It’s obvious her inner wolf is dead. Damian was right to dump her."

Soon, someone set up a betting pool in the preparation chat for this year's Lunar Gala.

They were wagering on whether I would dare to show my face at the event.

Damian personally bet fifty thousand dollars that I wouldn't show up.

Looking at the flood of mocking messages, I smiled.

No one knew that my inner wolf had finally woken up.

I quietly placed a hundred-thousand-dollar bet on myself, wagering that I would arrive at the Lunar Gala ballroom right on time.

Then, ignoring the endless mockery online, I sent a simple text to my dad.

"I’m coming home."