Mistaken for a Rogue: The Alpha's True Heir

I was eight years old when my father, Alpha Derek, raided the rogue bunker to save my mother.

I thought I was finally safe.

But because I reeked of the wolfsbane chemicals used to hide my scent, my mother looked at me with pure disgust.

"Get that thing away from me! It smells like him!" she shrieked.

To protect his traumatized mate, my father didn't check my DNA. He threw me into the garage to sleep on oily rags.

For months, I was the true Alpha's daughter, yet I was forced to eat dog food while they pampered a fake orphan named Kylie in my place.

When Kylie ordered the guard dog to tear my arm open, my mother stood at the window.

Instead of saving me, she let the maid close the curtains so she wouldn't have to see the blood.

I only became useful when my father got into a critical car crash.

They drained my rare "Moon Blood" to save his life, then immediately signed papers to ship me off to a labor camp to get rid of the "stain" on their family.

They thought I was a dirty rogue.

They didn't know the chemical smell was masking the rarest bloodline in a century.

I am not a rogue.

I am a White Wolf.

And just as my grandfather discovers the DNA results and falls to his knees in regret, the most powerful pack in the North has already arrived to claim me as their queen.

Chapter 1

Derek POV:

Blood and rain. That was the only scent in the air tonight.

My wolf, a massive black beast within my soul, was pacing restlessly, clawing at the edges of my mind. We were deep in the Appalachian Mountains, raiding a Rogue nest. Rogues were wolves without a pack, traitors and criminals who had lost their humanity. And eight years ago, they had taken my pregnant mate.

"Alpha, the perimeter is clear," my Gamma reported through the Mind-Link, his voice echoing directly in my head.

"Find her," I growled, my voice rough. "Leave no Rogue alive."

We breached the rusted iron door of the bunker. The stench hit me instantly-a mix of rotting meat, unwashed bodies, and fear. My warriors moved like shadows, lethal and efficient. I didn't care about the Rogues. I only cared about Nora.

I found her in the deepest cell. She was curled in a corner, her once-golden hair matted with filth.

"Nora?" I whispered.

She flinched, her blue eyes wide with terror. Then, recognition dawned.

"Derek!" She screamed my name and launched herself into my arms. I caught her, burying my face in her neck. She smelled of fear and damp earth, but underneath, she was still my Luna. My mate.

I have you, Nora. You are safe, I projected the thought into her mind, using the soothing tone of the Alpha.

She sobbed, clinging to me. But then, something tugged at her ragged shirt.

I looked down. A small, emaciated child stood