Rejected By The Traitor, Claimed By The Lycan

Elianna was nothing more than a substitute wife, pushed into a cold, transactional marriage with billionaire Adrien Leach after her perfect older sister, Ivette, suddenly ran away. For a year, they lived as strangers sharing a zip code, which was exactly what Elianna needed to hide her darkest secret—a severe, trauma-induced phobia of physical touch that left her trembling and terrified at her husband's slightest proximity. But this fragile, loveless balance was completely shattered at the annual family gala. Just as Elianna swallowed her panic to play the dutiful wife, Ivette unexpectedly returned. The golden child burst in, demanding her rightful place beside Adrien, while their own mother looked at Elianna with familiar, crushing disdain, ready to cast the understudy aside. Hiding in the shadows of the balcony, Elianna felt the suffocating weight of her past closing in. She waited for Adrien to terminate their contract, fully expecting him to agree that she was just a pathetic, temporary placeholder who couldn't even bear to be touched. Instead, she heard Adrien's voice cut through the dark, delivering a ruthless warning to the sister who thought she had won. "It's not a deal, Ivette. I married her because I'm in love with her." Standing frozen behind the glass door, Elianna's blood ran cold as she realized her fake, business-deal marriage was hiding a terrifying secret of its own.

For four years, I was the invisible, obedient wife of Zane, the most terrifying mafia Don in the city. Everyone believed I was just a pathetic placeholder. Then his first love, Scarlett, returned. Zane—a man who only handled top-tier Family business—personally stepped into a blood-feud to handle her extraction. Leaked photos showed him shielding her from the rain. At a restaurant, he completely ignored my existence while sitting across from her. Scarlett even cornered me, mocking my one-sided crush. "He only married you as a temporary measure," she sneered. "I want you to be prepared when he discards you." The entire syndicate laughed at my impending downfall. The lower-ranking associates, who had ruthlessly bullied me for years, openly mocked my thin blood and prepared to welcome their true Queen. I suffered through panic attacks in the crushing dark of our penthouse, vomiting until my throat was raw. I had endured their vicious abuse and his cold facade, foolishly craving the scraps of warmth he dropped behind him. Why was I always the indistinct shape in the corner of his life? I refused to wait for him to discard me on his own terms, so I coldly demanded a divorce. But instead of divorce papers, Zane left a thick, black dossier on his desk—meticulous blackmail material on every single associate who had ever made my life a living hell. I slipped into a midnight-black silk gown and headed to the syndicate's lavish wedding gala, ready to burn them all down.

I am the Sterling family's "disposable" wife. For three years, I played the perfect, invisible wife to Heathcliff Sterling, swallowing every insult and giving up my entire life just to earn a shred of his affection. My reward? On our third anniversary, I found him in a luxury suite, wrapped around my ballerina sister, Georgiana. My parents sneered, "Georgiana is a swan; you're just the mud beneath her feet. You should be grateful you were even allowed to be her placeholder." My husband spat, "You're an uneducated parasite. What good are you besides spending my money?" Everyone waited for me to crumble. Everyone waited for me to beg. They were wrong. When the once-timid placeholder finally tears off her mask and returns with a plan to dismantle their world, those who mocked me, betrayed me, and looked down on me will finally learn the meaning of fear. Divorce? Absolutely. But I'm not just leaving-I'm leaving behind a reason that will destroy his reputation. Spending his money? Naturally. I'll drain his accounts until he's nothing but a laughingstock at every gala he attends. "Heathcliff, are you finished playing?" I swirl my wine, watching the color drain from their smug faces. "Because now, it's my turn."

As the lowest-ranking Omega, I spent six grueling months secretly caring for my adopted sister's comatose Alpha fiancé. But the moment he finally opened his eyes, my sister shoved me into the shadows and tearfully claimed all the credit for his miraculous recovery. My own parents eagerly backed her lies, secretly threatening to lock me in the basement to rot if I dared to expose her. The Pack Elders praised her fake devotion, immediately preparing her grand Luna ceremony. Even the Alpha's mother, who knew the truth, shoved a hush-money check into my hands and told me to run away before my sister's powerful family had me killed. I stood trembling in my cheap clothes, watching the arrogant sister who had refused to even touch him now basking in the glory and wealth that were rightfully mine. For eighteen years, I had been their punching bag, but I couldn't understand why my own family would so ruthlessly erase my existence just to protect her counterfeit image. When my sister smugly ordered the guards to throw me into the woods like garbage, the Alpha suddenly unleashed his crushing aura. He stared at the frozen crowd and demanded to know the one secret thing his Inner Wolf had craved while trapped in the dark. My sister confidently blurted out a lie about premium steak. Ignoring my parents' frantic warnings, I stepped right up to his bed and looked him in the eye. "Blood-Fruit," I said clearly.

My wedding day was supposed to be the start of forever. I was in my custom Vera Wang gown, about to marry Jameson Alvarez and merge our two powerful families. But when his high school sweetheart staged a minor accident, he didn't just leave me at the altar. In front of hundreds of guests, he ripped my wedding dress right off my body, leaving me exposed in my lingerie. He used the shredded silk to cover her shoulders, shielding her from the crowd while I stood there, stripped bare for all to see. Later, he sent a text asking me to "be a good sport" and reschedule. He thought the woman who loved him would simply forgive this ultimate humiliation. But the Alannah who loved him died at that altar. My mind, cold and clear, recalled Section 7.2 of our pre-merger agreement. I picked up my phone and made a call to my legal team. "It's a breach," I said. "Activate the billion-dollar clause. Freeze everything."

For three years, I was the lowest Omega in the Blackwood Pack, hopelessly devoted to my Fated Mate, Alpha Kaelen. But when I was mauled by rogues and bleeding out in the freezing forest, I desperately begged him for help through our mate link. He crushed his wolf’s instincts to save me and sent back a chilling thought before severing our connection completely. "She is a mistake. Silence." He didn't just leave me to die. The next morning, he dragged me before the entire pack, publicly rejected me, and let his people strip me of my clothes and dignity. They threw me out of the territory with nothing but a scratchy burlap sack, expecting the deadly wilderness to claim my life by nightfall. I thought my life was over, until I stumbled upon a hidden sanctuary in the woods and uncovered a horrific truth. I wasn't just a worthless Omega. I was the last surviving Matron Luna of the legendary Mooncrest Pack—a powerful pack that Kaelen's own father had brutally massacred decades ago out of pure jealousy. He thought he had discarded a piece of trash, entirely unaware of the blood feud between our families. He didn't know he had just set me free. Now, with my ancient powers awakening and my lost people gathering by my side, I am going to make the Alpha who threw me away pay for every drop of blood his family spilled.