Reclaiming My Crown: The Lycan Alpha's True Mate

I was the sole bloodline of the Nightshade Pack, raised in the wastelands, but I was nothing more than an ordinary gray wolf. In the four years since I returned to the Nightshade Pack from the wastelands, I lived in the attic storage room, endured nothing but cold looks and neglect. My sister took everything from me, including my fated mate. That night, a servant pushed me off a four-story terrace. When I woke up, I had lost all my memories. My parents used the opportunity to send me away, and my sister gave me a fatal piece of misinformation. But that misinformation led me straight to my true fated mate—the notorious, bloodthirsty Lycan Alpha. On the night of the full moon, I drank his blood and awakened my true wolf, a pure-blooded black wolf. The moment my memories returned, I stood in the dungeon of the Nightshade Pack, looking down at the wolves who had once trampled me. "Don't touch me. The Anora who was willing to live in a storage room for a scrap of family affection died on that terrace. Now, my name is Valora."