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.