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.”

My father said,"A few months from now, during the homecoming, I'll go to the school as a board member and reveal your identity. This 'game' will end then. If you haven’t found your mate by then —”

I said: “— Then, I’ll return home and accept an arranged marriage."

I gave my first smile of the day. Raised as the heir through homeschool since childhood, I knew just how hard-earned this freedom was.

“...Thank you, dad.”

“Just don’t fall for some weak-willed beta who writes poetry about the moon.” He sighed again—one of those exaggerated ones he usually reserved for politics and marriage talk.

But I could feel him holding me tightly, giving my back a firm pat.

A few days later, I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the necklace. For the first time in my life, the charm around my neck labeled me wolfless. A low-class nobody, anonymous.

It was a feeling of ease I had never experienced before.

I couldn’t help but smirk at my fabricated identity: faded jeans, oversized hoodie, hair pulled into a nondescript ponytail.

On the way to school, I was filled with this odd excitement.

I’d anticipated some awkward navigation. Maybe a few polite stares, but a clean, uneventful B-line to the enrollment office.

But the moment I stepped through the school gates, I realized: I may had miscalculated.

The entrance was swarming. A crowd had formed ahead—loud, frenzied, irrational. It looked like a celebrity sighting.

Between the swaying, jumping bodys I then found the source of the disruption, what the girls seemed to be fawning over.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark hair deliberately tousled. He was holding a bouquet of roses like someone had passed on, or maybe for a suitor.

A few girls were hyperventilating. One was literally fanning herself with a composition notebook.

And then it hit me, and my whole body perked up.

That scent…my mate?

It was faint, but impossible to miss.

My heart fluttered despite my narrowing eyes. No. It couldn’t be. Not so soon.

“Excuse me,” I said, tapping a girl’s shoulder. “I’m new. Could you—”

But she pushed right past me, nearly knocking me off balance as I dropped to one knee.

“Um...!” She recoiled, her nose wrinkling like I’d stepped out of a landfill. “Back off, barehide.”

Ah, slur for wolfless.

“Ugh. Why is this country bumpkin the one who showed up?” A girl with claw-length pink acrylics sneered. “Watch where you’re going, we’re going to miss her!”

I kept my expression neutral as I stood, brushing the dirt from my knees. “Typically, the person at fault offers an apology,” I said evenly. “I assumed that was common practice.”

She spun around, snarling. “Excuse you, furless! You’ll learn to watch your tongue around here!”

Her real claws nearly pierced through her acrylics before her friend stepped in and pulled her away.

“Forget her! Where’s the female alpha? She’s supposed to be here today, right?”

“Wait there!” The girl with pink acrylics pointed behind me as a black, expensive car pulled up. “That must be her! The princess!”

…Princess?

…Female Alpha?!

Just as I froze, he moved.

The popular boy, the one everyone seemed to orbit, the one whose scent had struck me like lightning straight through bone.

He walked toward me through the crowd, casual and unhurried, with a trailing entourage of admirers hanging on his every breath.

I should have stepped back. I should’ve looked away.

But I couldn’t.

We brushed past each other, and the scent hit again. It made my stomach twist and my pulse stutter. It was him.

I knew it in a way that didn’t require logic. It was like the part of me I’d spent years taming suddenly reared its head and roared.

And then his eyes met mine.

I stood frozen, realizing that he must have sensed our connection.

Mate.

...We are fated mates!

But his expression shifted into a frown. His indifferent gaze pushed away toward the school gates of that luxury car.

My brow furrowed as the crowd surged forward, desperate for a glimpse of the ‘princess’.

Visibility was limited at first, but she was hard to miss.

The car door opened and the chattered silenced.

She exited the car with deliberate precision, dressed like she’d stepped out of a curated fashion campaign. The skirt was impractically short, the heels louder than necessary with little bells on their straps, and her perfume so overapplied it lingered in the air like chemical warfare.

Every movement was calibrated for attention, and yet she was beautiful, so none of it was in vain.

Who… was she?

“Look at that car, her outfit, she must have that unique and dazzling nobility!” “Yes, it must be her, it has to be her…!”

Through the whispers of the crowd, my mate walked ahead.

I wanted to speak to him, my hand reaching out for him. “Ah, wait! …Excuse me, we—”

But he looked back at me with a gaze I couldn’t quite understand, like he’d already assessed me in seconds.

No aura. No scent. Novalue.

“Step aside,” he said flatly.

Then, like tossing away trash, he turned without hesitation and walked straight toward the girl by the luxury car.

I watched as he offered the roses to her instead, posture relaxed, voice softened. He smiled.

Effortlessly. Publicly.

"Welcome to our school," he said to the girl. "It's your first day here, would you like me to help guide you...?"

My mate… chose someone else?!

Callum

(Three days before her arrival…)

I was knee-deep in reports, budget approvals, event scheduling—all the usual student council stuff, when I picked the mindlink.

“We’ve received word,” My father’s low voice spoke through the mindlink, “that she is transferring to your school.”

Mother’s voice popped into the line, far too excited. “The only female alpha! Your future fiancée!”

Right. Her.

—The Female Alpha.

“Make a good impression, Callum,” my father said. “...This isn’t a game. She’s the key to our pack’s future.”

“Oh, you must win her heart!” My mother chimed in.

Toby, my ever-eager future beta and current vice president, stayed by my side throughout the mindlink. “You mean that female alpha? The one with the royal bloodline? The princess?! President, then what about our plans...?”

I didn’t hesitate. “Pause everything. Postpone the meetings. I’ll be reallocating my time to meeting my future mate.”

I’ve always known that, as heir to the largest pack in the country, I couldn’t marry just anyone. My future mate must be powerful.

I was raised from a young age to respect my future fiancée—the only female alpha, powerful, mysterious, and noble.

I’d never met her, but I’d knew her enough —

She was disciplined, strong, and commanding. The rumors painted her as the kind of wolf who didn’t kneel—one who made others do it for her.

Admirable.

I took quiet pride in being betrothed to someone like her, it being something I never resented; in fact, I was certain we’d find common ground.

(The morning of her supposed arrival…)

I pressed my blazer smooth and made my way to the gate with a bouquet of deep red roses. The moment I arrived, of course, the crowd noticed. They always do.

Girls swooned, squealed, scrambled to get my attention.

But I wasn’t here for them. I came for her. My rightful mate.

“Callum! Who’s the lucky girl? Those roses are divine!”

My attention was pulled back by the flash of pink acrylics, gemstone charms, and her usual effort to disguise real claws beneath layers of glitter—Jessica. I knew her more for appearances than substance.

I gave her the usual response: a cold smile.

Absently as I waited, I spotted her, or rather, a commotion. A pack of girls were circling someone: plain sweatshirt, scuffed jeans, hair tied back in a way that screamed utility, not aesthetics. Definitely not royalty.

They shoved past her. One barked something about “barehides.”

A wolfless insult.

She stood up calmly. No fear. No stuttering apology. Just brushed the dirt from her knees and corrected the girl’s behavior with the precision of a blade.

Something in my chest shifted.

And then her scent hit me. Not strong, not obvious, but just enough to trigger recognition.

…Mate.

It was an indescribable feeling, but when her scent hit me, both I and my wolf knew exactly who she was.

But......Just a wolfless.

The crowd surged as a black luxury car pulled up, engine humming like it had something important to say.

“She’s here!” someone screamed.

Out stepped a girl with long, wavy hair and legs for days—gloss, ribbons, curated perfection. Her noble entrance left no doubt—she was the one I had been searching for.

I was already walking over to her, the crowd parting when I was forced to stop. I looked down, stiffening slightly at who was in my path.

The wolfless girl from earlier.

She looked up at me. Our eyes met.

Her mate scent grew stronger, intoxicating, pulling me in—yet all I felt was disgust.

This couldn’t be. This shouldn’t be. How could my fated mate be…

Wolfless?

So poor. So shamed. Not worthy of me at all.

I tried to walk past her but her hand delicately pinched my sleeve. “Ah, wait…excuse me, we—”

“Step aside,” I said flatly, pulling from her soft grip.

She didn’t say a word, but I felt the moment snap between us like a stretched wire cut clean.

But I had someone far more important.

I strode toward the glamorous girl stepping out of the luxury car and presented her with roses.

“Welcome to our school,” I said smoothly. “It’s your first day here. Would you like me to show you around…?”

The girl smiled, she was clearly the one I was meant to choose—

— The true Female Alpha.

Liora

I couldn’t hear my inner wolf as well, not with this charm suppressing so much of me, but I could still feel her restless.

Callum—the name I now knew thanks to all the shouting—was tall, broad-shouldered, and almost painfully put together. My fated mate.

The mate bond is a blessing bestowed upon us by the Moon Goddess, and a fated mate is a destined lover.

But he looked straight past me, as if I hadn’t existed at all.

His attention shifted, smooth and certain, to the girl stepping out of the luxury car, bouquet still in hand.

“May I ask your name?” he said, offering her the roses.

The girl smiled sweetly, her voice practiced. “Bianca, and you?”

“Callum,” he said softly. “I’ve waited so long for you.” He walked beside her with a kind of attentiveness that was the opposite with me—like he belonged at her side.

Bianca…?

Before I could process, another shove caught meoff guard.

Jessica sneered. “Gods, will you move out of the way! You’re just a wolfless, you wouldn’t dare talk to Bianca!”

I narrowed my eyes, my patience thinning.

Jessica turned her attention to Bianca, already angling herself to bask in reflected glory. “Are you the female alpha of the royal pack…?”

The others surged forward, eager to hear the answer, elbowing past me like I didn’t exist.

“Look! She’s stepping out of that luxury car! She must be...!”

“Just see how extravagantly she’s dressed! She has to be...!”

“The princess... the one and only Female Alpha!”

Now it makes sense. My plans were exposed—the whole school expected the Female Alpha’s arrival today. But by posing as a Wolfless, I stayed unnoticed.

I’d arrived on a bicycle in worn jeans and a hoodie. She’d happen to step out of a luxury car in heels and imported perfume.

And now... they’ve all misidentified Bianca as female alpha.

How ridiculous.

How could she be? I’m—

Bianca paused.

Then she smiled, holding those roses close to her nose. “Thank you guys very much. And why, yes. I am the female alpha.”

......What?!

Liora

The moment she said, “Yes, I am,” the crowd cheered—everyone except me.

“Oh my goddess, I knew it! Look at her noble aura—only royal blood could raise a girl like that!”

“Holy… I’m actually seeing the reclusive Female Alpha with my own eyes…”

“Even Callum, who never spares a glance at girls, is treating her gently… Unbelievable. As expected of the Female Alpha!”

Stunned.

I stared at Bianca for moment longer—then laughed.

This is even more absurd than I imagined. Someone dares to impersonate me right to my face—what a rare experience.

She was lying.

But, I held my tongue. Living without titled at this school was an opportunity I fought hard for—I wasn’t about to expose her just yet. In fact… I’m curious to see how far this charade will go.

The absence of my cheering didn’t go unnoticed. Several students exchanged glances, clearly unsettled. They turned to glare at me angrily, including Jessica.

“You’re still here? I already warned you! Seriously have you no manors? How dare you wolfless act this way in front of Her Highness Bianca...! Do you know who she is?!”

Before I could respond, Bianca, to my surprise, step forward.

She folded her hands delicately in front of her, voice soft and condescending. “I understand,” she said with a pitying tilt of her head, “you’re jealous. Not everyone is lucky enough to become a female alpha. But… I truly am.”

Her hypocrisy made my stomach turned.

Callum, effortlessly composed, stepped forward and took her designer bag like a proper gentleman. He believed her act. Or at least, he accepted her without question.

He hadn’t looked at me since.

My fists tightened at my sides as he stepped past. “...Do you only offer flowers to those you think have the right status?” I said, loud enough for only him to hear. “Is that what makes someone worthy to you, just a title? Because she says she’s the female alpha?”

His gaze flicked to me, only briefly, like I was an interruption.

Jessica didn’t miss her cue, having barely caught my words. “How dare you speak to them like that! To the female alpha, you barehide!” she spat, her voice practically shaking with indignation. “How many times do I have to say it! Know your place! Ugh! Who even are you!?”

Bianca gave her a gracious, almost saintly laugh. “It’s fine,” she said. “I forgive her.”

Forgive me?

Jessica clung to her side like a loyal puppy as they walked. “You’re so kind, Bianca. Can I be your friend? What’s it like, being royalty? Do you live in a castle? Do your guards wear silver? I can’t believe you’re actually here! No one has seen you in years! Ah! This is so exciting!...”

Others swarmed, eager to please, practically orbiting Bianca like she was the Moon Goddess herself. And under her watchful, smug direction, they all ignored me. One by one, they brushed past, some bumping me deliberately. Their sneers echoed the same word:

“Wolfless.”

Many of these students will serve under me in the future—yet here they are, revealing nothing but their brutish stupidity right before my eyes.

I rested my chin on my hand, quietly smiling. This campus life...just got interesting.

Later that morning, when I introduced myself to the class, the atmosphere had already soured.

Whispers followed me like a scent trail. Their eyes were sharp, judgmental. When I said the word “wolfless,” the room exhaled in collective disdain.

I sat alone. No one offered to change that.

After class, Jessica cornered me again, this time with even less subtlety.

“So, Liora, huh? Liora Belrose.”

My mother’s surname. Can’t risk using my father’s here.

Jessica scoffed. “You must be some loser if even I’ve never heard of you. I don’t care who you think you are,” she hissed, stepping in too close. “If you try to make Bianca look bad again, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

I raised an eyebrow. “That supposed to scare me? Do you always throw your weight around like this?”

“Ah!” Jessica bristled. “Oh my gods! My weight?! Oh, you’re so dead!”

I could’ve flattened her. Easily. Honestly, after the day I had, a fight wouldn’t be the worst.

But before I could answer with anything more physical, a small voice interrupted from behind me, freezing me.

“...J-Jessica. A teacher needs to see you!”

It came from a girl barely tall enough to reach my shoulder. Glasses too large for her face. Short, black hair covered what her glasses weren’t on her face. Her Arms hugging her books like a shield.

I could smell it from here.

A wolfless. Quiet. Afraid.

Jessica peered around me, like this girl would even dare speak to

her.

“Mia?” She scoffed, “What did you just say?”

“I-It’s urgent,” Mia stammered. Her hands were shaking. But she didn’t move.

Jessica’s lip curled, and for a second, I saw her claws twitch beneath her pink manicure. She raised a hand like she might actually strike her.

I moved fast.

My hand caught her wrist before it reached Mia’s face.

Jessica’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare touch me!”

“Then don’t touch her,” I said coolly.

I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to.

She yanked her hand back, clearly startled by my strength. “You’ll regret this,” she snapped, but her voice cracked. “Freak! Wolfless, barehide, losers!”

She fled after that, muttering curses as she went.

Mia looked up at me with wide, grateful eyes. “Thank you.”

I nodded once. “You okay?”

“I… think so.” Mia answered softly.

We looked at each other for a moment, then both smiled.

The class had broken for lunch, and as I sat, fully expecting to eat alone. I was taken aback when Mia sat with me. Or rather, she sat near me, nervously picking at her food.

“You’re… surprisingly strong,” Mia said softly next to me, causing me to flinch. “But… I’m not. Not really.”

This… seemed to come from out of nowhere. Being a wolfless, I’m sure she’s been bullied to no end.

“You’re stronger than you think,” I replied, giving her a poised smile. “You stood up when it mattered. That’s more than most.”

Mia still looked uneasy as she said, “There’s something you might not know... Our school’s a little different. Maybe I should fill you in.”

I gave her a smiled node, pushing my sandwich into my mouth.

“Well,” she continued. “The strongest team in school is probably at the top, an elite combat group made up of future alphas from the top packs. They’re respected, feared, untouchable. I won’t go into details but there’s Zane, Drake...but the one at the head of them all is the student council president.”

Mia paused, “Callum, the largest pack heir. Everyone knows him—wants to be him, or be with him.”

“Wait,” I said startled. “The heir of the most powerful pack?”

How could this...?

I knew my political marriage was to the heir of the strongest pack in the country... but I never realized we weren’t just engaged—we’re fated mates?!

And yet… the same one who had handed my roses to someone else.

Did he just… not want me? Feel anything?

Bianca hadn’t just stolen my title, also my fiance. She’d stepped into my life without hesitation.

I rubbed my forehead, I rubbed my forehead, tracing through my mindink to contract my servant.

Her voice, my handmaid with the silver hair replied almost instantly. “Your Highness…?”

I replied, “It’s me. Investigate a transfer student—Bianca, who just enrolled. I need her background checked.”

“Yes, my lady.” She promptly acknowledged, her soul to leaving my ears.

Mia, having finished clearing her table, tilted her head at me in confusion. “Um… Liora? Lunch is… over. I think we’re supposed to be in combat class now.”

Before I could decide what to do about Callum, a knock came at the classroom door.

A student council rep, or what I assumed was one from the pin on his shirt, stood there, looking slightly intimidated.

“Liora,” he said, voice tight. “Callum wants to speak with you.”