My Alpha is a Lunatic
They sold me to the Dungeon to save themselves.
My own family — my brother Caleb, my mother Anya — fed me to the system like I was nothing. A sacrifice. A liability. The last thing I remembered before the darkness swallowed me whole was the relief on their faces.
But I didn't die. I came back. And I came back wrong.
Welcome to the ARG — where pocket dimensions bleed into the real world, and only the strong survive. Every player gets a starting ability, gear, a guild, a fighting chance. Every player except me.
No ability. No gear. No guild. Just Kiera Vance, standing in a room full of veteran wolves who think I'm dead weight — and one sharp-eyed Alpha named Liam Reed who isn't quite sure what I am.
Smart man.
They'll call me weak. They'll call me a Luna with no bite. They'll call me crazy. They're only right about the last one.
I clawed my way to the top once. I'll do it again — but this time, I won't stop until I've burned the whole system down.
My name is Kiera Vance. I was the most feared player in the game.
And my Alpha? He's a lunatic. Almost as bad as me.