The Rejected True Heiress

She is the only female Alpha in the world, the princess of the Royal Pack. To protect her, her father insisted on homeschooling her. She longed to go to school, but her father demanded she hide her Alpha powers. So, she pretended to be a wolfless— Until she met her destined mate. But he turned out to be the heir of the largest pack, and he rejected her?! “A worthless thing with no wolf, how dare she be my mate?” — He publicly rejected her and chose another fake. Until the homecoming... Her Royal Alpha King father appeared: “Who made my daughter cry?” The once proud heir knelt before her, his voice trembling: “I’m sorry… please come back.” She chuckled and raised her gaze: “Now you know to kneel?”

Liora

I, Liora, seventeen, the only princess of the Royal Pack. The first female alpha in decades.

My life had already been set—years of family education, waiting to become the heir, and eventually marrying a stranger with political value... I’ve always been seen as more my title — more than myself.

So, I made a wager with my father—

"You won, my princess... I will help you hide your identity. You can go to school and find your mate now."

The second my claws sank into my father’s shoulder, he… smiled.

“So I win?” I stood straighter in the settling dust.

Defeat him in combat.

That was our wager.

I had challenged him for so long on the training grounds, and today, I was finally going to achieve success.

If I successed, he would give me the charm that could hide my identity, mask my aura, erase my scent. With it, I could attend school as a wolfless.

Not a princess, not crowned, not a symbol of a title... That’s exactly what I longed for.

“You’re damn right you do,” he muttered, and tossed me the necklace I had dreamed about since I was ten.

The dust and sweat from the training ground clung to us as I caught it without flinching, hearing the voices of the maids behind me.

"...Oh my, Princess Liora actually defeated her father, the Alpha King! He used to be the strongest in the pack!"

"She looks so cool with that indifferent expression... I heard she's a total genius. It's hard to imagine what kind of mate could be worthy of her."

"Shh... Quiet, don't let the princess hear you."

For wolf shifters, a mate is sacred. As the female heir, I had long prepared to sacrifice my marriage for duty. But even I couldn’t help but secretly hope for a mate of my own.

I ignored the maids' whispers and simply hugged my father.

“The charm will mask your scent,” my father said, rotating his sore shoulder. “No one will identify you as royalty. Just another wolfless transfer.”

“Excellent.” I twirled the pendant between my fingers, my true scent masking as soon as it touched my skin. “And the arranged engagement?”

“Terminated. For now.”

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