The Merchant They All Betrayed , Now They're Begging

My brother was the kind of wolf who thought himself above the frost and snow. The Crown Alpha, the she-wolf every bloodline heir in the realm would kill to be mated to? He found the whole thing beneath him.

He rogue-bonded with a traveling performer from a wandering pack instead.

Me, though? I was the vulgar one.

After I mated into the Ashenveil Pack in my brother's place, I spent every waking hour tallying moon-coins and building trade routes.

In just one year, the Crown Alpha's territory overflowed with gold and resources, her trading packs spanning the entire Cindervane Realm.