The Masked Alpha's Secret Contract Bride

“I was born wolfless, a fragile bottom-feeder who gave everything to my fiancé. Then I caught him tangled in our apartment bed with my coworker. To drown the humiliation, I dragged a masked pit fighter into a hotel room, leaving him a thousand dollars as hush money before fleeing. But my ex wasn't done. He and his new pregnant fiancée used their pack status to get me fired from my only job. Without my paycheck, I couldn't afford the ICU bills for my grandmother, whose heart was failing from silver poisoning. With no options left, I stood in the freezing rain for ten hours, begging the pack's untouchable billionaire Healer to save her life. When the VIP doors finally opened, I froze in absolute shock. The Supreme Alpha looking down at me was the same masked fighter I had paid off like a cheap street walker. Why was the most powerful man in the pack fighting in underground pits? And why did he look at me with such a dangerous, predatory gaze? "Sign your name, or walk out that door and buy a coffin." He didn't demand an apology for the insult. Instead, he slapped a marriage contract on his mahogany desk. To save my grandmother, I picked up the cold pen and signed my freedom over to the devil.”