Rejected? I Returned as the Alpha's Weapons Dealer

"You smell like milk... and my scent." Damon Storm, the ruthless Alpha King, pinned her against the wall, his eyes burning gold. "Where have you been hiding my pups?" Lyra smirked, coldly pressing a hidden Glock against his ribs. "You have the wrong person, Alpha." Before he could growl, a red laser dot settled right between his eyes. A five-year-old boy stood in the doorway, holding a custom-made plasma pistol. His eyes flashed the same gold as Damon's. "Step away from my mommy, old man," the boy warned with a smirk. "Or I'll show you why they call her the Shadow Lord." Six years ago, she was the rejected, pregnant exile. Now, she returns as the world's most feared arms dealer. Her plan was simple: get the cure for her father and leave. But she didn't count on one thing—her three genius triplets hacking into the Alpha King's security system... just to order pizza.