They Called Me a Weak Omega—Until I Saved Them All

I painstakingly raised three Alpha wolf pups. On the day the rogue wolves attacked, I nearly lost my life trying to save them, yet they stepped on my blood and wagged their tails to curry favor with the noble future female alpha. While hovering between life and death, mysterious system notifications floated before my eyes: "She is just a tool. After she dies, the male leads will live a shameless and happy life with the female lead." I sneered. That very night, without any hesitation, I sold two