In my past life, I was the weakest Omega of the Silvermoon Pack. When my fated mate, the future Alpha, publicly rejected me for a high-ranking Beta, I begged on my knees and eventually died a miserable death. Reborn five minutes before the exact moment of my rejection, I realized something important: love is a scam, but money is real. Instead of crying, I happily accepted the rejection, blackmailed my arrogant ex-mate for a fifty-million-dollar severance package, and walked out to start my life as a single, wealthy woman. To keep the annoying Alpha away, I hired a tall, terrifying, and incredibly handsome homeless man off the street for ten bucks to be my fake boyfriend. I thought I bought myself a loyal, grumpy guard dog. I bought him cheap clothes, made him wear a pink apron to wash my dishes, and complained to him about my ex. He just grunted, ate my food, and secretly destroyed anyone who tried to hurt me. Everything was perfect until the day the entire werewolf society bowed down to the supreme, ruthless Lycan King... and I realized the absolute tyrant sitting on the throne was the same man I had been forcing to do my laundry. Wait... wasn't he just a broke stray dog?!