My Boyfriend Stole My Crown for His Fake Princess

Charlotte's POV

For the top university in the North American wolf packs, transfer students aren't exactly breaking news. But this one sets the entire forum on fire.

It starts with a photo. A girl standing next to a tall, imposing man. Both faces are deliberately blurred, but that build, that presence... every wolf in North America recognizes it. The Alpha King. The caption reads: "Dad why'd you send me this 😭 I'm not ready to go public yet."

Minutes later, the post vanishes. But screenshots flood the forum.

"Moon Goddess above! Is that really the Alpha King?"

"The girl in the photo... could she be the royal princess no one's ever seen?"

The comments explode. Compliments flood in. Even my aloof boyfriend joins in.

Something feels off. I type out a comment: "The Alpha King keeps a low profile. His daughter should do the same. Posting photos like this... doesn't seem right."

Less than a minute later, the replies come.

"Who do you think you are to question her?"

"Can't stand seeing someone else do well, huh?"

My boyfriend chimes in too: "Quit it. You're embarrassing yourself."

I pick up my phone and dial a number. "Dad, since when do you have another daughter?"

When the photo blows up the forum, I'm in the library reading. A few students near me start whispering. "Check the forum!"

I set down my book and pull out my phone.

The top post shows a photo. The man's face is blurred, but that commanding presence comes through the screen. The girl beside him wears a sweater, her smile bright.

The caption says: "Dad why'd you send me this 😭 I'm not ready to go public yet."

Before I can process it, the post disappears. But the photo keeps circulating.

"That's the Alpha King, right? Has to be!"

"The girl... Moon Goddess, the royal princess?"

"I heard the Alpha King's daughter never appears in public. She transferred to our school?"

A new post pops up. The account is freshly registered. "Hi everyone, I'm Savannah, just transferred here today. Nice to meet you all. I really shouldn't have posted that photo... but some of you probably figured it out already. It was taken last month at the Royal Estate, with the laurel grove in the background. Please don't spread it around. It'll cause trouble for my family."

The comments explode. "The laurel grove? Only royals are allowed in there!"

"I saw on the news that the Alpha King hosted the European wolf delegation at the estate last month! The timing matches perfectly!"

"How could it be fake? It's obviously real!"

The photo is completely fake! That picture was taken on my birthday with my father. The sweater I'm wearing was hand-knitted by my mother. There's only one in the entire world. But my sweater has been locked in my closet this whole time. How did she get it?

I keep scrolling and spot a comment from my Beta boyfriend Carter: "What an honor to have you here. Looking forward to the Moon Ceremony."

He never posts stuff like this on the forum. He hates flattery, calls it a "show of weakness." Now he's bowing to a complete stranger.

The campus live feed lights up. Someone's streaming.

I hesitate, then click.

On screen, a girl in a beige coat stands at the school gates, luggage piled around her. Her hair falls in soft waves, her smile gentle.

Next second, Carter appears in the frame, rushing toward her with an exaggerated grin.

The comments fly.

"Wait, isn't he usually super cold? Why's he acting so warm?"

"Royal blood, man. People fall over themselves wherever she goes."

"So jealous right now."

I stare at the screen, remembering when he chased me. First week of freshman year, he cornered me outside class, said my scent made his wolf go wild, said I had to be his fated mate.

I ignored him. But he showed up every day. Brought me breakfast, saved me seats, waited on my route to the library. He told me: "I know you haven't awakened your wolf yet, but that's fine. When you do awaken, my wolf will confirm it himself. You're my Mate."

I finally gave in. But after we got together, he changed. Complained I spent too much time in the library, said I didn't go to enough parties, told me I made him look bad in front of his friends. Got colder and colder toward me. Now he's giving some stranger that kind of smile.

My wolf hasn't awakened yet, but the rage in my chest feels like it's burning through my ribs.

I type out a message: "Can you confirm that person in the photo is actually your father? Not doubting you or anything, just that the Alpha King keeps things low-key, and his daughter probably does too. Posting photos like this... does that really fit?"

The moment I hit send, the comments go quiet for a few seconds. Then they explode.

"Who are you to question her?"

"Yeah, have you even met the Alpha King? What gives you the right?"

"I checked her profile. She's from some small pack, just a Delta. Regular student."

"A regular student challenging royalty? Hilarious."

"She should read more, mind her own business."

Carter sends me a private message too: "Charlotte, cut it out. Everyone's watching. You're making me look bad."

Savannah finally replies: "Thanks for the concern, everyone. Some people might not understand how things work in royal circles, so I get why there are questions. It's fine. I don't mind. Not everyone gets the chance to learn about these things."

The comments flip completely to her side.

"Look at that grace!"

"That's real nobility right there."

I stare at those words, suddenly remembering what my father told me when I was young. He said being low-key has value. Not because we need to hide, but because we get to choose when to be seen.

I thought I understood back then. Now I'm getting a new understanding.

Being low-key comes with a price. The price is that when you speak up, nobody knows if you have the right to speak at all.

I don't reply to the attacks. Instead, I type out a new message: "You're right. I really don't know much about royal protocol. But I'm curious. The Moon Ceremony is coming up, and the Alpha King comes every year. You and your father will meet, right? Think you could introduce us? Maybe us regular students could get a taste of the royal treatment?"