Rejected By My Betrothed, Claimed By The Warlord Alpha

I was born a wolfless cripple in the Richmond Pack, but by royal decree, I was engaged to the kingdom's Champion Knight, Emory.

During the winter banquet, my half-sister Dessie suddenly tilted backward into the royal ice pond, screaming that I pushed her.

In my previous life, I reached out in panic to save her, only to be dragged down and framed for attempted murder.

When Emory dove into the freezing water, he swam right past my sinking body to rescue her instead.

Once ashore, my own father and my betrothed ignored my desperate pleas.

They branded me a vicious, jealous traitor.

Emory publicly broke our engagement to marry Dessie, while my father threw me to the executioner to wash away the family's shame with my blood.

Until my head was on the chopping block, I didn't understand.

Why did my own family want me dead just because I had no inner wolf?

Why did the knight who swore to protect me conspire with my illegitimate sister to destroy my life?

Opening my eyes again, I was back on the snow-dusted terrace, right as Dessie was setting up the exact same trap.

"A wolfless cripple like you should crawl back to the gutter," she whispered, falling backward.

This time, I didn't flinch or beg for help.

Instead, my fingers shot out like iron clamps, grabbing her wrist, and I dragged her into the freezing depths with me.