Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Wolf King

I was the unshifted fiancée of the Alpha, working eighteen-hour days to design his kingdom while waiting for my wolf to finally wake up.

He told me we couldn't be intimate until I shifted, claiming it was to "conserve my energy."

I believed him, right up until I saw the email notification on his open laptop.

It was an invitation to the baptism of his two-year-old son. The mother was Hayden, the "fragile" Omega he claimed was just like a sister to him.

He wasn't waiting for me to shift. He was waiting for me to finish his fortifications so he could replace me.

When I tried to freeze the construction funds, he sabotaged my climbing gear, hoping a "tragic accident" would silence me forever.

When I survived, he froze my bank accounts and humiliated me at the pack auction, using the money I had saved to buy a diamond necklace for his mistress.

They thought I was powerless without a wolf. They thought they could broadcast intimate videos of me to shame me into submission.

But they forgot that as the architect, I built the very security systems they felt safe behind.

I walked into the ceremony not as a victim, but with the rival Alpha by my side and a decrypted USB drive in my hand.

"You want to talk about secrets?" I smiled at the terrifying silence of the hall.

"Let's show the pack who the real father of your 'heir' is."

Chapter 1

Elana POV

Blueprints for the new northern fortifications sprawled across the mahogany desk. My fingers traced the white lines, calculating load-bearing walls and silver-laced concrete mixtures.

This was my contribution to the Obsidian Pack. I was their chief architect. I was their future Luna.

But I wasn't a wolf. Not yet.

I paused, my hand hovering over the paper. I was twenty-two years old. Most wolves in our world endured *The Shift* at eighteen. It’s a brutal, bone-breaking reckoning where your human form tears apart to reveal the beast within. It is the mark of adulthood. It is the mark of power.

I had never felt it.

Inside me, there was only a silence where a wolf should be howling.

*“...honestly, does Emilio really intend to make the Unshifted One our Luna?”*

The voice slid into my head, uninvited. It was the *Mind-Link*.

Usually, the link is a chaotic hum of voices, orders, and feelings connecting every member of the pack. As the future Luna, I had access to the general channels, and sometimes, people forgot to shield their thoughts.

*“She’s smart, sure,”* another voice, an Elder named Marcus, replied in the link. *“But a Luna needs to produce strong pups. Can a wolf-less body even carry an Alpha’s heir?”*

I squeezed my eyes shut, pushing the voices out. I built a mental wall, a trick I had learned to survive the constant noise.

They were right to doubt.

I glanced at the framed photo on the corner of the desk. It was