Alpha’s long lost daughter

The smell of antiseptic and lavender filled the air.

Soft light poured through the long white curtains, brushing against Celeste’s face and dragging her slowly back to consciousness. Her eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, the ceiling above her swayed in and out of focus.

Where was she?

Her fingers twitched against the cool sheets. Her head felt heavy, and her throat was dry. As she blinked the blurriness away, she realized she was lying in a hospital bed, a proper one, with polished railings, clean linens, and golden sunlight spilling across a marble floor.

Definitely not the Blood Moon infirmary.

She tried to sit up, wincing as pain shot through her shoulder. Her body ached all over, but at least she was alive. Slowly, the memories returned: the forest, the rogues, the fight, and then… the men who had come to her rescue.

Her breath caught. The men!

They must have brought her here.

Celeste glanced around the unfamiliar room. It was far too luxurious for a typical pack clinic. The walls were painted cream-white, adorned with carved gold trim. A chandelier hung above, casting warm light across the space. This wasn’t the Blood Moon Pack; she could feel that in her bones.

Everything here felt different. Calmer. Cleaner. Safer.

Her wolf stirred weakly inside her, sensing no danger for the first time in days.

The sound of footsteps broke her thoughts. Two women entered, both wearing white coats and friendly smiles. They looked elegant, their hair tied neatly back, their skin glowing with health and authority.

One carried a clipboard, the other a tray of medicine.

“Oh, you’re awake!” the taller one said warmly. “That’s good news. You’ve been unconscious for almost a full day.”

Celeste blinked at her. “Where… am I?”

“You’re in the Golden Sky Pack clinic,” the other replied gently, checking her pulse. “You were brought in by Gamma Jamin. He and his men rescued you from the rogue attack last night.”

Gamma Jamin. The name rang faintly in Celeste’s mind. So, that was the man who had helped her. She remembered his calm voice before she fainted.

A wave of gratitude rushed through her. “He saved me?”

“He did,” the taller doctor confirmed with a small smile. “You’re lucky he patrols that route. The rogues were dangerous, but you’re safe now.”

The second woman, petite, with light brown eyes, sighed softly as she examined the bandage on Celeste’s arm. “Poor girl,” she said, almost under her breath. “She looks so timid. I don’t think she would’ve survived another night out there.”

“Nope, she wouldn’t,” the taller one replied. “By her clothes, I’d say she just became a rogue recently.”

Celeste blinked in surprise. Their lips hadn’t moved.

She looked from one woman to the other, her brows furrowing. The words were clear as day, as though someone had whispered them directly into her mind.

But their mouths were still.

What was that?

The women continued talking, their expressions unchanged.

“Maybe the Alpha will let her stay here,” the smaller one mused.

“What? What if she were banished from her pack because she’s a criminal? Or worse, a murderer?”

Celeste’s heart lurched.

“I am not!” she burst out before she could stop herself.

Both women froze and turned sharply to stare at her.

Celeste’s cheeks burned. “I’m not a criminal. Or a murderer,” she said quickly, hoping to explain, though her voice trembled.

The doctors exchanged a glance of confusion and faint disbelief.

The taller one frowned slightly. “Wait… what did you just say?”

“I said I’m not.”

“No,” the other interrupted softly, her tone tinged with surprise. “How did you hear that?”

Celeste blinked, her confusion deepening. “Hear what?”

“We were speaking through the Pack’s mindlink,” the taller one said slowly. “You shouldn’t have been able to hear us. You’re not one of us.”

“I don’t know,” Celeste said honestly, her voice shaky. “I just… heard your voices, even though your mouths weren’t moving.”

The women exchanged another startled glance. The smaller one leaned forward, studying Celeste carefully. “That’s… not possible,” she murmured. “Unless”

“Unless she shares blood with someone in this pack,” the taller doctor finished quietly.

Celeste’s stomach turned.

Her thoughts spun wildly. How could she possibly share blood with anyone here? She had lived in the Blood Moon Pack all her life. She had never left its borders until now.

“Have you been to this pack before?” the smaller doctor asked gently. “Or do you know your parents? Maybe one of them came from here?”

Celeste shook her head slowly. “No. I’ve never been here before. I… don’t know my parents.” Her voice cracked slightly as she spoke. “I grew up in the corner house of Blood Moon Pack. No one ever told me who they were. The elders used to say I was just… dropped off there as a baby.”

Pain washed over her at the memory of the cold winters spent alone, the whispered gossip, the harsh words of those who called her unwanted.

The taller doctor’s expression softened. “You don’t know your parents?”

“No,” Celeste said quietly.

“Then it’s possible,” the doctor said, turning to her colleague. “If she can hear us through the mindlink, her lineage might be connected to this pack. Maybe her parents were from here before she was taken to Blood Moon Pack.”

Celeste’s eyes widened. She had never thought of that. All her life, she had believed she was one of them, even when they treated her like an outsider. What if she wasn’t? What if she didn’t belong there at all?

Her heart raced at the thought. Could that be why the Seer lied about me? Because I wasn’t truly one of them?

Her mind was spinning when the smaller doctor suddenly gasped. “Oh my goddess,” she whispered, her eyes going wide.

The taller one frowned. “What is it?”

The first doctor, Esha, as her name tag read, stared at Celeste, her hand trembling slightly. “Dr. Leira… do you see what I’m seeing?”

Leira turned her gaze fully on Celeste and froze. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted in shock.

Celeste stiffened. “What? What’s wrong?”

For a long moment, neither woman spoke. Then Leira whispered, “She looks exactly like her…”

Esha nodded slowly, her face pale. “Exactly.”

Celeste’s confusion deepened. “Like who?”

The two doctors exchanged a meaningful look, one that filled Celeste with unease.

Esha’s voice was urgent now. “Leira, call Gamma Jamin. Right now.”

Celeste sat up slightly, alarmed. “What’s going on? Why are you calling him?”

Neither doctor answered. Leira closed her eyes briefly, her lips moving silently. Celeste recognized it now as the same strange sensation of voices inside her mind. She could feel the faint hum of the mindlink in the air.

“Jamin,” Esha said through the link, her mental voice steady but tight with disbelief, “you need to come to the pack’s clinic right now.”

A moment of silence followed before his voice came back, calm but curious. “Why? Is something wrong?”

Esha’s eyes flickered toward Celeste, who sat on the bed clutching the sheets, her heartbeat quick and loud in her ears.

Then Esha took a slow breath and replied through the link

“I think the rogue you saved might be the Alpha’s long-lost daughter.”