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?"

Chapter 1

Elena POV:

The air in the grand ballroom of the Emerald Heights Hotel was suffocating. It wasn't the heat, but the sheer density of pheromones. To a normal human, this place would just smell like expensive cologne and perfume. But even with my senses dulled, I could feel the pressure.

This was the Alpha Summit. The most powerful wolves from every pack in the country had gathered here to discuss territory, trade, and the old laws.

And I was here to scrub the floors. Or at least, that's what everyone assumed looking at my faded jeans and oversized hoodie.

I kept my head down, clutching a cleaning rag I didn't need, scanning the floor near the decorative fountain.

"Where is it?" I whispered to myself, panic rising in my chest.

Adrian, my three-year-old son, had dropped his moonstone here earlier when we were delivering laundry. It wasn't just a rock. It was the only thing that kept his nightmares away. It was a conduit for energy, something essential for a child who had power he couldn't control yet.

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

My blood went cold. I knew that voice. It had haunted my dreams for five years.

I slowly stood up and turned around.

Liam stood there, holding a champagne flute, looking as handsome and arrogant as the day he threw me out. His blonde hair was perfectly styled, his suit tailored to emphasize his broad, Alpha-build shoulders.

Clinging to his arm was Seraphina. Her red dress was cut low, displaying the