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