The Human Defect Is The White Wolf Queen

Five years ago, I was kicked out of my pack for being a "defect"—a wolf who couldn't shift.

Today, I returned to the Alpha Summit, not as a dignitary, but as a cleaner scrubbing the floors.

"Look at the stray dog," my ex-fiance Liam sneered, tossing a wad of cash at my feet.

His new partner, Seraphina, laughed cruelly.

"Take it and buy your bastard child some food. Then get out of my sight."

I tried to ignore them, but my three-year-old son ran out to defend me.

When Seraphina tried to strike him, a shockwave of pure, dark Alpha energy blasted her back.

"He's a monster! Arrest them!" she shrieked.

Security guards swarmed us, their stun batons drawn on a toddler.

I shielded my son, bracing for the pain, knowing a "human" like me had no rights here.

Suddenly, the heavy ballroom doors disintegrated into dust.

A silence heavier than gravity crushed the room.

Damien, the Alpha King, stepped through the debris. His violet eyes didn't look at the trembling Alphas.

They locked onto me.

He walked past the dignitaries, past my terrified ex, and stopped in front of me.

Then, the most powerful creature on earth fell to his knees.

He gently touched my face, his voice shaking with reverence.

"I finally found you, my Queen."

He turned to the room, his eyes burning with violet fire.

"Who dared to touch my Luna?"