My Reborn Husband Didn't Choose Me? I Flash Married a Firefighter!

For seven years, I drank the bitter tonic my fiancé, Alpha Adrian, gave me, believing it would cure my "wolfless" defect.

I was wrong. It was poison.

He wasn't trying to heal me; he was keeping me weak so he could replace me with my foster sister, Ariel.

When the fire consumed the Alpha's Wing, I was trapped under a burning beam, my legs crushed.

Adrian kicked down the door. I reached out to him, screaming for help.

But he didn't look at me. He looked at Ariel, who was lying on the floor in a silk nightgown.

He scooped her up, cradling her like she was the only thing that mattered.

I begged him not to leave me.

Instead of helping, he used his Alpha Command on me, his voice booming with supernatural weight.

"Stay put! I'll be back for you!"

It was a lie. He used his power to freeze me in the inferno and left me to burn alive.

I survived, only to watch him publicly reject me for her the next day, with my own father's blessing.

They called me a "genetic dead end." They thought I would crawl away and die in shame.

I didn't.

I limped up the mountain to the Neutral Lands to find the one man everyone fears-the exiled Alpha, Garth Morgan.

"I have the Gamma Bloodline Scroll," I told the massive figure emerging from the shadows.

"I don't want your gratitude," Garth growled, his eyes like storm clouds.

"I'm not here for gratitude," I replied, staring him down. "I'm here to make a deal with the devil."