After My Beta Rejected Me, I Reclaimed My Alpha Blood

I was born with Alpha blood flowing through my veins, heir to one of the most prestigious packs in the Northeast. Yet here I was, living a lie for the past month, all for what I believed was love.

My name is Charlotte Blackwood, and I had made the decision to hide my true identity when I met Marcus Thompson, Beta of the Silvermoon Pack. I wanted him to love me for who I was, not for my family name or the power it carried.

The full moon hung heavy in the night sky as I slipped away from the pack house. The forest welcomed me with its familiar whispers, branches swaying in the gentle breeze as if beckoning me deeper into its embrace. Once I was far enough, I surrendered to my wolf.

The shift was seamless—bones cracking, muscles stretching, skin giving way to a coat of silvery fur that gleamed under the moonlight. My wolf, Luna, greeted me with a contented rumble.

"We shouldn't be hiding who we are," she whispered in my mind. "We are Alpha. It's in our blood."

"Just a little longer," I promised her as we raced through the trees, feeling the earth beneath our paws. "On our hundredth day, we'll tell him everything."

Luna didn't respond, but I felt her unease. Something about Marcus had always made her restless, though I'd attributed it to our secret. Surely once he knew who I truly was, everything would fall into place.

As dawn broke, I shifted back and returned to the pack house just in time for the morning run. Marcus was already there, his dark hair tousled from sleep, those piercing blue eyes finding mine across the yard.

"You're up early," he noted as I approached, his gaze traveling appreciatively over my form. "Couldn't sleep?"

"Just excited for the run," I lied, offering him a smile.

The pack set off, thirty wolves strong, through the territory. I kept pace easily, my Alpha stamina giving me an edge even when I tried to hold back. Marcus noticed, falling into step beside me.

"You're strong," he murmured, just for me to hear. "Graceful too. Most wolves can't keep up with me."

I felt a flush of pride, both at the compliment and the private moment between us. This was why I'd fallen for him—these quiet acknowledgments, the way he seemed to see something special in me even without knowing my lineage.

Thirty days. That's how long we'd been together, building what I thought was a genuine bond. That evening, we shared dinner in his office, the space intimate with candlelight and the scent of the forest that clung to him.

"You're distracted tonight," Marcus observed, setting down his wine glass.

I reached across the table, my finger lightly tracing the scar that ran along his jaw—a battle mark he wore proudly. "I was just thinking about our hundredth day."

"Oh?" His eyebrow arched with interest. "And what happens then?"

"Then I tell you my family name,"