From Rejected Rogue to the Supreme Alpha's Queen

Three years after being rejected for having "no wolf," I returned to my old pack's territory.

I wasn't the pathetic human girl anymore; I was the Luna of the Supreme Alpha. But to test them, I wore plain grey clothes and blocked my scent.

My ex-mate, August, took the bait instantly.

He cornered me at the Alpha Summit, mocking my appearance.

"We need a nanny to wash diapers," he sneered in front of the dignitaries. "Since you're a starving Rogue, I'll offer you the job. You can sleep in the servants' quarters."

When I refused, he turned his venom on my three-year-old son, calling him a "bastard."

My son bit him in defense.

That was when August's new mate grabbed a lethal silver knife and lunged at my child.

I threw myself in front of the blade. It pierced my shoulder, the silver burning like acid.

August laughed, thinking he had just rid the world of a weak human. He didn't know he had just drawn the blood of the legendary White Wolf.

The entire hall fell silent as the ground began to shake.

My husband, the Supreme Alpha, kicked open the doors, his eyes glowing with murderous intent.

He didn't look at the trembling Council. He looked at the knife in my shoulder.

"You drew Royal blood," he whispered, the sound terrifyingly low. "Close the doors. No one leaves alive."

Chapter 1

Sophia POV:

"I, August Cadwell, reject you, Sophia Miller, for your lack of wolf blood. You are human. You are weak. You are nothing."

I gasped, jerking awake. My hand flew to my chest, clutching the silk sheets of the sleeping pod. Sweat coated my forehead, cold and clammy.

It had been three years, but the nightmare was always the same. The rain. The cold mud seeping into my knees. The look of utter disgust in August's eyes as he severed the bond I'd been foolish enough to believe was eternal.

"Luna? Are you alright?" A flight attendant-a Beta female from the Lymerian Pack-stepped softly into the cabin, her head bowed in respect.

I took a shaky breath, forcing my heart rate to slow. "I'm fine, Clara. Just... old memories."

"We are beginning our descent into Aurelis territory," she informed me softly. "Alpha Ryder's private jet will land in ten minutes."

Aurelis. The name tasted like ash in my mouth. My old home. The place where I was thrown away like garbage.

I stood up and walked to the mirror. The woman staring back at me wasn't the pathetic, crying girl from three years ago. My skin was glowing, my posture straight. I was the Luna of the Lymerian Pack, the wife of the Supreme Alpha, and the mother of the most powerful heir in a century.

But today, I had to play a role.

I reached for the thick, leather collar on the vanity table. It was a scent blocker, imbued with ancient runes.

As I buckled it around my neck, my scent-the intoxicating aroma of winter jasmine and moon-touched snow-vanished. Now, I smelled like nothing. Like a human. Or worse, a Rogue-a wolf without a pack, wandering the edges of civilization.

"Are you sure about this, Sophia?" Ryder had asked me before he flew ahead to the Summit headquarters. His concern had been palpable, a warm weight in my mind.

"They need to see who I really am, Ryder," I had told him. "Not the Luna protected by your title. But the woman they discarded."

The plane touched down with a smooth thud.

I grabbed my bag. I wore loose, nondescript grey clothing. To the untrained eye, it looked cheap. In reality, it was spun from rare silk, but the cut was intentional. It hid the slight curve of my belly-my second pregnancy, a secret only Ryder knew.

I stepped onto the tarmac. The air of Aurelis was humid and smelled of pine and stagnant water.

I walked toward the private exit, head down.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in. Or should I say, the stray dog?"

My steps faltered. That voice. It was deeper now, more arrogant, but I would recognize it anywhere.

August.

I looked up. He was leaning against a sleek black sedan, wearing a suit that cost more than my parents' old house. He looked good, in a superficial way. Blonde hair, sharp jaw. But his eyes... they were empty.

Next to him stood Hailey. The woman he chose over me. She was clinging to his arm, her fingers digging into his bicep. She smelled of synthetic roses and the sour tang of a low-ranked wolf.

"August," I said, my voice calm.

He pushed off the car and walked toward me, his nose wrinkling. "I saw a commercial flight land earlier. I didn't think you could afford a ticket back here. Did you beg for it?"

He scanned my loose clothes, my lack of jewelry, the scent blocker collar.

"No pack scent," he sneered, stepping into my personal space. "So it's true. You're a Rogue now. A beggar."

"I'm just passing through," I said, moving to step around him.

He blocked my path.

"Don't be rude, Sophia," Hailey chimed in, her voice high and grating. She looked at me with mock pity. "Oh, August, look at her. She looks homeless. It's heartbreaking."

"It is," August agreed, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "You know, Sophia, despite everything, I'm a benevolent leader now. I run the Aurelis forces."

"Congratulations," I said dryly.

"We actually have an opening," August continued, ignoring my tone. "Hailey just gave birth to our pup. We need a nanny. Someone to wash the diapers, clean the nursery. Since you're obviously starving, I'm willing to offer you the position. You can sleep in the servants' quarters. It's better than the streets."

My hand instinctively went to my stomach. *My child,* I projected the thought inward, soothing the restless energy in my womb. *Do not be angry. They are ants.*

"I am not interested," I said.

"Don't be ungrateful!" Hailey snapped. "You have no wolf! You are basically human trash. We are offering you salvation!"

Suddenly, the airport loudspeakers crackled.

*"Attention. The private transport for the Supreme Alpha of the Lymerian Pack has arrived at Gate A. Please clear the area immediately."*

August's face paled instantly. He straightened his tie, panic flashing in his eyes.

"The Supreme Alpha is here," he hissed at Hailey. "Fix your hair! If we make a good impression, maybe he'll grant us a trade deal."

He turned back to me, his expression turning to pure venom. "Get out of here, Sophia. Go hide in the bathroom or something. If the Supreme Alpha sees a filthy Rogue like you standing near us, he might be offended."

I almost laughed.

"I'm leaving," I said.

I walked past them. As I brushed by August, I saw him checking his reflection in the car window, practicing his bow.

He had no idea that the "Supreme Alpha" he was so desperate to impress was currently texting me, asking if I wanted him to rip someone's throat out.

*

Sophia POV:

I was halfway to the exit when a hand clamped down on my shoulder.

"I wasn't finished speaking to you," August growled.

I spun around, shrugging his hand off. "Do not touch me."

"You have an attitude for someone who owns nothing," August spat. "I'm trying to help you, Sophia. You think you can survive out there alone? Without a pack?"

He loomed over me, using his height to intimidate. He was trying to use his Alpha aura-a pressure that wolves use to dominate others.

But I felt... nothing.

Since my dormant blood had started to stir three years ago, the pressure of regular Alphas felt like a gentle breeze.

August frowned, confused that I wasn't cowering. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer.

"Let go!" I pulled back sharply.

The movement caused the sleeve of my oversized grey sweater to slide up.

The sunlight caught the bracelet on my wrist.

It was exquisite. Made of pure moonstone, glowing with an inner, ethereal blue light. It was a gift from Ryder on our mating ceremony. A protective artifact blessed by the Lymerian Elders.

Hailey gasped. Her eyes widened with greed.

"That bracelet..." she whispered. She looked at August. "That looks like the Moon Goddess's Tear! The artifact from the history books!"

August looked at it, then scoffed. "Don't be stupid, Hailey. That's a priceless artifact owned by the Royal Family. This?" He gestured to my wrist. "This is a cheap glass knock-off she probably stole from a gas station."

"It's pretty though," Hailey whined. "I want it. It would match my eyes."

"Give it to her," August commanded, holding his hand out.

"Are you insane?" I stared at him in disbelief. "This is mine."

"You are a Rogue in my territory!" August shouted. "Everything you have is subject to confiscation. Give it to Hailey, and I won't have you arrested for vagrancy."

"No."

August's patience snapped. He lunged, grabbing my wrist again, his fingers digging into my skin. He yanked the bracelet violently.

"No!" I screamed.

*Snap.*

The delicate silver chain broke. The bracelet fell from my wrist, clattering onto the asphalt.

But August's nails had dug too deep. Three long, red scratches appeared on my forearm. Bright red blood welled up.

The scent of my blood hit the air. It was sweet, metallic, and potent.

*Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.*

My phone in my pocket exploded with vibration.

Ryder.

He felt it. The Mate Bond transmits physical pain. He knew I was hurt.

I clutched my bleeding arm, staring at August. A flash of heat surged through my veins. It wasn't just anger. It was primal.

For a split second, my vision shifted. The world turned sharp, high-contrast.

August stumbled back. He blinked, looking at my eyes. "What... what was that?"

"What was what?" Hailey asked, bending down to pick up the bracelet. She frowned. "Ugh, it's heavy. Definitely glass."

August shook his head, looking pale. "I thought... I saw her eyes turn silver."

"Don't be ridiculous," Hailey laughed. "She's human. Probably just a reflection of the sun."

August reached into his pocket and pulled out a checkbook. He scribbled something hastily, tore it out, and threw it at my face. The paper fluttered to the ground, landing in a puddle.

"There," he sneered, regaining his composure. "Five hundred dollars. That's more than enough for your fake jewelry and a bus ticket out of town. Don't let me see you at the Alpha Summit in three days. If you try to beg for food there, I'll throw you in the dungeon myself."

I looked at the check in the mud. Then I looked at August.

"You think money fixes this?" I asked, my voice trembling not with fear, but with suppressed rage.

I bent down, picked up the check, and tore it into tiny pieces. I let the confetti rain down over his polished shoes.

"Keep your money, August," I said, my voice dropping an octave, sounding strange even to my own ears. "You're going to need it for your medical bills."

"Is that a threat?" August laughed, but it sounded nervous.

"It's a promise."

I turned and walked away. This time, he didn't stop me. He was too busy staring at his knees, which were shaking uncontrollably for reasons he couldn't understand.

*

Sophia POV:

Three days later.

The Grand Hall of the Aurelis Pack was glittering with lights. This was the Alpha Summit-the most prestigious gathering of wolf leaders in the country. Every Alpha, Luna, and dignitary was here to discuss territories and laws.

And, of course, to meet the Supreme Alpha.

I stood at the entrance.

I had shed the grey rags. Tonight, I wore the dress Ryder had commissioned for me. It was midnight blue, made of a fabric that shimmered like liquid starlight. Silver threads were woven into the bodice, forming subtle protective runes. The back was open, revealing my skin, but the long sleeves covered the healing scratches on my arm.

I wore no scent blocker tonight. But Ryder had placed a high-level masking spell on me. To the others, I would smell like a high-ranking wolf, but my true identity as the White Wolf would remain hidden until the moment was right.

"Invitation?" the door guard grunted. He was a large warrior, eyeing me suspiciously because I arrived alone.

I reached into my clutch, but before I could pull out my Royal Seal, a hand slammed onto the guard's shoulder.

"Let her in, Gary. She's with us."

I froze. August.

He was wearing a tuxedo, looking every bit the pompous leader. Hailey was beside him in a gaudy pink dress that looked like a cupcake exploded.

"August?" The guard looked confused. "She's on the guest list?"

"No," August smirked, looking me up and down. His eyes lingered on my dress with confusion. He clearly couldn't understand how I afforded it. "She's... staff. I hired her as extra help for the event. She cleaned up nicely, didn't she?"

He leaned in close to me, whispering, "I see you spent that five hundred dollars on a rental dress. Trying to snag a rich Beta tonight, Sophia?"

I didn't answer. I just stared ahead.

"Come on," Hailey giggled, grabbing my arm-the uninjured one. "We'll take her inside. The toilets need an attendant."

The guard shrugged and stepped aside.

We walked into the ballroom. The atmosphere was thick with pheromones. Power radiated from every corner. Alphas from fifty different packs were drinking champagne, their voices booming.

August steered me toward the back, near the kitchen doors.

"Stay here," he ordered. "Hold this tray. If anyone asks, you work for me."

He shoved a tray of empty glasses into my hands.

I looked at the tray. Then I looked at the center of the room.

There, on a raised dais, sat the Lymerian Throne. It was empty. Beside it was a smaller, but equally majestic chair for the Luna.

And beside that... a small, cushioned stool for the Heir.

"I don't think so," I said softly.

I dropped the tray.

*Crash.*

The sound of shattering glass silenced the nearby conversations.

August spun around, furious. "What are you doing, you clumsy idiot?"

"I'm going to my seat," I said.

I stepped over the broken glass and began walking. Not toward the kitchens. Not toward the exit.

I walked straight down the center aisle, toward the Throne.

"Sophia!" August hissed, chasing after me. "Stop! You're going to get us all killed! That area is for Royals only!"

I ignored him. My heels clicked rhythmically on the marble floor. With every step, I felt the connection to Ryder growing stronger. He was close.

"Stop her!" Hailey shrieked, pointing a manicured finger at me. "Security! That Rogue is trying to attack the Throne!"

The entire hall fell silent. All eyes turned to me.

I didn't stop. I kept walking, my head held high, my blue dress trailing behind me like a river of night.

I was done hiding.

*