Claimed By The War God: The Wolfless Luna's Second Chance

“I woke up on the freezing wooden planks of a ruined courtyard, memories flooding my brain like ice water. I was no longer a modern special forces agent, but Francesca Kelley, the disgraced, wolfless wife of a Pack Alpha. Before I could even process my new reality, the rotting door was kicked open. My husband's armed guards had come to throw me out into the deadly blizzard. My husband, Curtiss, was holding a grand Bonding Ceremony with his mistress in the main hall right at that moment. They were tearing down my freezing shack just to build a greenhouse for his new Luna. The original owner of this body had literally starved to death in the cold, begging for his love, only to be treated like rotting garbage. When my only loyal maid fell to her knees to beg for my life, they slapped her so hard her lip split open. I looked down at my pale, trembling hands. In this world, a werewolf without an inner wolf was considered lower than dirt, meant to be humiliated and discarded without a second thought. They all assumed I was still the same cowardly punching bag who would cry and accept my fate. "Francesca, pack your rags and get out!" I sneered, twisting my waist and slamming the arrogant servant spine-first into the floorboards. I wasn't going to die in the snow. I was going to crash that wedding, publicly reject the Alpha, and take back every single gold coin of my dowry.”