Substitute Bride: Marrying The Hidden Lycan King

I was the crippled joke of the Silver Ridge Pack, while my cousin Elara was the perfect future Luna.

When a seemingly weak rogue named Dravon arrived to claim Elara as his fated mate with a bouquet of withered flowers, she publicly humiliated and rejected him.

To save the pack's face, I stepped up and accepted his bond, becoming the ultimate laughingstock.

Elara tossed his wedding gift—those withered weeds—into a muddy animal trough.

Out of quiet defiance, I picked them out of the slop and ate the mud-stained petals.