Too Late, Alpha: You Rejected Me, Now Kneel to Your Queen

"You cheated."

I, Audra Frost, had just given birth, yet Kieran Ashford, my Alpha mate, publicly declared before the entire pack that I had betrayed him.

All because the child in my arms bore an unfamiliar silver-white mark on his forehead.

"That mark… doesn't it look like the White Wolf Mark from the legends?" someone whispered hesitantly.

The hall fell into a brief silence.

"White Wolf? Don't make me laugh." Elara Voss scoffed. "The White Wolves belong to royalty. And her? She doesn't even have a wolf."

Suspicion turned into open mockery in an instant.

I dropped to my knees, clutching the child tightly. "Kieran, he's your son."

Kieran only looked at me, his gaze cold and distant.

"The Silvermoon Pack does not tolerate tainted bloodlines."

But what they didn't know—far away in the Northern Wilds, the White Wolf Royal Bloodline had already sensed that presence.

"Find her."

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"You cheated!"

Kieran's voice rang sharply through the pack hall.

I had just gone through childbirth. Supported by two Betas, I was forced to stand on the platform, still holding my newborn pup.

By the Silvermoon Pack's tradition, every newborn had to be presented before the hall so the entire pack could witness its bloodline.

Every pair of eyes fixed on the child in my arms—more precisely, on the silver-white mark on his forehead.

A wave of hushed gasps rippled through the crowd.

"What is that? I've never seen anything like it…"

"Wait… doesn't that look like the White Wolf Mark from the legends?"

"White Wolves? You've got to be kidding. They're royalty. They stopped associating with ordinary packs long ago!"

The baby in my arms trembled faintly, startled by the noise.

I instinctively held him tighter, shaking my head in panic. "This mark… it's because—"

A sharp female voice cut me off.

"Am I wrong, Kieran?"

Elara stepped out of the crowd and moved to Kieran's side, her face openly mocking.

"Audra really did betray you."

My mind went blank with a loud buzz.

"Elara…" I stared at the woman I had always treated like an older sister, disbelief flooding my voice. "What are you talking about?"

She let out a soft laugh and spoke at an unhurried pace. "Only descendants of the White Wolf lineage bear a White Wolf Mark like this."

She glanced at Kieran and paused deliberately. "And Kieran… is not a White Wolf. Neither of you are White Wolves. How could you possibly have a child like that?"

I clutched the child tighter, a chill running through my body as I looked at Kieran in desperation. "That's not true. I didn't betray you."

Kieran's gaze shifted slightly, as if hesitation had flickered through it for a brief moment.

But Elara suddenly raised her voice. "You didn't? Because the night before last, I saw you with my own eyes—wrapped in another man's arms!"

Kieran's expression darkened instantly. "Elara, you saw it yourself?"

"Of course." Elara said smugly, "That man had a White Wolf Mark on his forehead