De novia marioneta a reina Alfa

Ever since my Omega sister saved me from wolfsbane poisoning, she used that life debt to control every detail of my existence—including my wedding. She picked the flowers, designed the theme, and even tried on wedding dresses with my groom while he smiled in delight. Every time I voiced my outrage, they weaponized the past to silence me: "She saved your life! Why are you always acting like the villain?" If they want the wedding so badly, they can keep each other. I discarded my ring and returned to my royal pack, took my throne as Alpha Queen.