They called me cursed before I ever had a chance to breathe.The girl who couldn't shift. The daughter no one claimed.The Crescent Fang pack wanted gone.No wolf. No power. No place. My father did what any honorable Alpha would do_He sold me.I wasn’t chosen, I wasn’t loved or given simple living decency.I was broken, then made into a being, they never saw coming.What happens when the girl no one 9wanted… becomes the one thing they all fear?I was never the weak one.I was the beginning of the end.

I was nothing. Wolfless. The lowest servant in the Royal Palace, invisible to everyone who mattered. Then the full moon came, and the King's designated Vessel ran. The guards needed someone disposable. Someone who wouldn't be missed. They chose me. King Lucian didn't want me. He needed an anchor for his overwhelming Lycan blood, and I was the only option. When he marked me that night, it wasn't love or fate. It was survival. His survival. Not mine. By morning, I wore the Queen's Mark on my neck. By noon, he rejected me with ancient words that should have broken me completely. By nightfall, his guards dumped me in the Deadlands to die. But I didn't die. The rejection that should have destroyed me did something else instead. I am not Wolfless because I am weak. I am Wolfless because my blood is something older, something hungry. When Lucian severed our bond, half his Alpha power came with me. Two years later, the mighty King is fading. His wolf has gone quiet. His kingdom is crumbling. He finally understands what he lost when he threw me away. Now he has found me in the Deadlands, sitting on a throne built from the community I created with his stolen power. He demands I return what belongs to him. I have a different offer. If the great Alpha King wants his power back, he can earn it. Starting at the bottom. Starting with nothing. Just like I did.