Married To The Resurrected Alpha Prince

I was forced to marry a dead man. Deemed the "Ugly Kensington" because of my wolfsbane scars, my family sacrificed me to be the widow of the late Alpha Prince, Jude Montgomery.

But the "dead" prince wasn't dead at all. Sneaking out one night, I used my secret medical knowledge to save a dying werewolf from severe silver poisoning, only to realize the man bleeding out was my husband.

The next day, Jude returned to the castle in glory—with another woman in his arms. He publicly credited the beautiful Coraima with saving his life. While she played the devoted savior, Jude humiliated me in front of the entire court. He refused to acknowledge me as his Luna, but he also refused to grant me a Rejection, keeping me trapped purely as a political shield to silence his enemies.

I was the one who cut him open and gave him my own blood to pull him back from the brink of death. Yet there I stood, the mocked and unwanted bride, watching him stroke the hair of the woman who had done nothing but scream during the surgery.

But I wasn't the weak, ugly Omega they thought I was. I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I calmly looked at my powerful Alpha husband and proposed a cold, unyielding contract.

"Give me a private laboratory and unlimited funds for one year, and then, you will give me my freedom."