Married To The Wrong Montgomery Billionaire

Clara was drowning in student debt and barely making rent when she downloaded a fantasy mobile game to escape reality. Inside the game, an exiled prince named Alex was freezing to death. Pitying him, she spent her last few dollars on microtransactions to fix his shelter and cure his poison. But the game was far too real. Every time she paid, the prince reacted. When she complained aloud about going broke, the in-game army suddenly halted, as if the prince had heard her voice. Then, the terrifying real-world consequences hit. Clara woke up to find her water glass and a box of Kleenex had vanished from her locked bedroom overnight. She frantically searched the tiny apartment, her heart pounding in her chest. She thought she was losing her mind. Had she thrown them out in her sleep? Was there a stalker hiding in her home? How could physical objects just disappear into thin air behind a deadbolted door? Until she looked at her nightstand. Sitting exactly where her missing items used to be was a glowing, weightless crystal cup that defied all logic. And on her laptop screen, the exiled prince was carefully holding her Kleenex box, offering a mountain of real gold on an altar. She hadn't just downloaded a mobile game; she had opened a cross-dimensional trade route with a desperate future king.

I was a high-ranking noble she-wolf, destined for a perfect life. For twelve years, I poured my family's immense wealth into building an empire for my Alpha mate, Kaelen, while constantly protecting my fragile Omega best friend, Elara. But on the night of my birthday, I stumbled upon a trending post on the pack's dark web forum. My mate and my best friend were bragging about mating seven times during her heat, wearing the custom mythril rings I had designed myself. At my Luna coronation banquet, Elara deliberately tipped a bucket of toxic Wolfsbane mud over my head, burning my skin and humiliating me in front of hundreds of wolves. Instead of protecting me, Kaelen unleashed his crushing Alpha Command to force me to submit. "Apologize to Elara," Kaelen commanded coldly. "You let your jealousy blind you. She was terrified and needed her Alpha's protection." Later, terrified of losing my family's money, he even forced the Healers to abort Elara's pup, proudly presenting the medical records to me as if he had done something heroic. Looking at the hypocritical man I had loved for twelve years, I finally realized that every argument, every apology, and every sweet moment was a calculated script they wrote to drain my resources. I felt no anger, only a profound, chilling emptiness. I calmly hacked the banquet hall's screens to broadcast their decrypted, disgusting messages to the entire pack. Then, I spoke the ancient words to sever our Fated Mate bond forever. I will awaken my legendary White Wolf bloodline and rule my territory alone.

For eight years, I bankrolled my fiancé's rise from a slum nobody to a feared Mafia Capo. But at our infant daughter's banquet, I found a torn condom wrapper and a love note from him inside the bag of the "innocent" college student I sponsored. Instead of explaining himself, Lucian and his mother publicly humiliated me for failing to bear a son. They moved the student into my multi-million-dollar penthouse and let her steal my mother's gold bars. Worse, to assert dominance, she nearly killed my baby by leaving her naked in a freezing bathtub. When I rushed my blue, shivering daughter to the hospital and returned for my things, Lucian locked me out of my own home. "You're a low-born orphan who never deserved a Made Man," he sneered, claiming my entire empire as his own. "I'm keeping everything. She's going to give me a true male heir." I had sacrificed my youth to pay off his blood debts, only to be thrown out like garbage so a fraud could take my place. But they forgot one crucial detail. I was the one who funded his private medical exams. Standing in the hallway, I smiled, pulled out my phone, and sent the undeniable proof of his absolute sterility to every boss in the syndicate.

I was just hiking in Yosemite, but I woke up in a primitive forest with two moons and giant, mutated beasts. Before I could even process the shock, I was attacked by a monstrous saber-toothed tiger, only to be saved by a massive silver wolf who suddenly transformed into a fiercely possessive, completely naked man named Caleb. He claimed me as his own and carried me to his sprawling beast-man tribe. But the moment we arrived, I became the target of vicious ridicule. Jana, the tribe's most fertile female, pointed at my unmarked skin and publicly humiliated me. "She has no mate marks! She's a barren waste, useless for breeding!" Hearing this, the hundreds of beast-men who had just been eyeing me with lust instantly stepped back in disgust. In this twisted, animalistic society, a female's worth was tied entirely to her ability to produce strong cubs. I stood there shivering, terrified and degraded, reduced to nothing but a defective piece of meat. I braced myself for the inevitable, waiting for Caleb to realize my worthlessness and throw me out to be torn apart by the wild. Instead, a terrifying, suffocating aura exploded from his body, bringing the entire tribe to their knees. He swatted the fertile female away in disgust, scooped me into his arms, and turned his back on the camp. "She is my only mate," he declared, his ice-blue eyes promising violence to anyone who dared to look at me.

Trapped in a deadly fire at my own engagement party, my lungs burned as I reached a shaking hand out to my fiancé for help. He stopped and looked right at me through the thick smoke. But instead of saving me, he wrapped his jacket tightly around my stepsister and ran, leaving me to burn. I barely survived. But when I woke up in the hospital, my father and stepmother didn't even ask about my injuries. They threw a stack of legal documents right onto my bed. "Sign the papers, Avah. Step aside. Jaclyn is far better suited to be Kain's wife." My fiancé then stormed into the room, publicly humiliating me with false rumors of an illegitimate child and threatening to bankrupt my company. Four years of swallowing my pride to be the perfect, obedient pawn for our family business, all for nothing. They threw me to the wolves without a single second of hesitation, expecting me to just lower my head and cry like I always did. But the fire had burned that pathetic version of me away. I ripped out my IV, letting the blood drip onto the sheets, and tore their contracts straight down the middle. "The engagement is over." I threw my million-dollar ring right at my ex's chest, then picked up the phone to call my trust lawyer. They wanted to take everything from me, so I was going to make them bleed.

I traded my innocence to my fated mate, the Alpha King, just to get a stalk of Moonlight Grass to save my dying brother. But after a night of agonizing physical connection, he didn't mark me. Instead, he tossed me a single, useless dried leaf and a credit card, treating our sacred bond like a cheap transaction. When I refused his insulting offer to be his secret, nameless mistress, he choked me against a wall and banished me from his lands forever. I fled to the human city, only to watch from the shadows a week later as he publicly escorted a pure-blood noble female, preparing to make her his Luna. Meanwhile, I was forced to sell herbs in the lawless black market just to survive, where I was cornered by a gang of violent rogues. I didn't understand. We were chosen by the Moon Goddess. When our skin touched, the mating sparks nearly blinded us both. Why did he look at me with such cold disgust? Why did he throw me away like trash, only to parade another woman as his queen? Running for my life from the rogues, I tripped and fell onto the asphalt, right at the feet of a convoy of black SUVs. The man stepping out was the Alpha King who had sworn to kill me if he ever saw me again. But as the rogues demanded I be handed over, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal fury. "She's mine."