Dumped by My Fiance, I Bonded with the Ultimate Alpha
Language: en
Three years ago, I was poisoned with feral wolf venom. I went from being the prodigy of the werewolf world to a useless, wolf-less weakling. Six months ago, my fiancé, Damian Frostmane, sent a messenger to deliver a formal betrothal rejection letter. Before I could even process it, the news of our broken engagement spread like wildfire across the entire Northern Pack Coalition's Snapchat groups. The rejection letter contained only four words: [Unfit to Pair.] Immediately after, a photo of me bloated from the venom was leaked online. In the picture, I was wearing a loose, oversized…