The Crippled Alpha's Secret Stand-In Mate

I was brought into the Gordon Pack as a "wolfless" stray, despised by everyone from the high-ranking executives to the lowest maids.

The only reason they adopted me was to use me as a disposable scapegoat. I was forced to take the favored daughter's place in an arranged marriage to Brooks Dawson, a former chief Alpha who had been paralyzed and permanently stripped of his wolf form.

The entire family treated me like dirt. They tried to frame me for stealing a priceless moonstone pendant, hoping to see my hands broken under Pack Law. When it was time to meet my new fiancé at a seven-star hotel, the pampered daughter refused to lend me even an out-of-season dress.

"Let her wear her own filthy rags and humiliate herself tonight! A cripple paired with street trash—isn't that the most fitting outfit?"

They all sneered, thinking I was a pathetic, gene-defective orphan who should be begging on my knees for their charity. They didn't know my original grade-nine wolf core was violently ripped from my chest twenty years ago, leaving me with a jagged scar and a burning need for answers. Who stole my power, and why?

I calmly locked my bedroom door and opened the hidden false bottom in my wardrobe. I pulled out a breathtaking haute couture gown I had designed myself, then booted up my encrypted terminal. They had no idea they had just handed the dark web's top hacker the perfect cover. I will gladly play the obedient bride to this faking "crippled" Alpha tonight—it's exactly the stepping stone I need to tear their entire empire down.