The Alpha God of War’s Daughter

By the next morning, preparations had already been made for Anastasia to begin school.

Not just any school… But the very academy where supernatural children were sent immediately after their first manifestation.

The Supernatural Academy.

The moment the large black carriage rolled through the academy gates, the atmosphere changed instantly.

Conversations died… Students slowed mid-step. Officials straightened so quickly it almost looked forced, while even the guards at the entrance stiffened visibly.

Because everyone recognized that carriage. And more importantly… Who sat inside it.

Lucien Kael… The Alpha God of War.

A name feared across kingdoms. A man powerful enough that even hearing his name spoken aloud was enough to make entire rooms fall silent.

Tension spread through the academy gates with an invisible force. No one dared speak too loudly anymore, no one dared move carelessly.

Because if Lucien Kael had arrived personally… Then something important was happening.

The carriage doors opened slowly.

Lucien stepped out first. And the air changed immediately.

It wasn’t something people could easily explain. It was just there… an invisible pressure that settled over everything the moment he arrived, as even the world itself became more careful in his presence.

Lucien Kael stood tall and unmoving, his silence carrying more authority than noise ever could.

Then he turned. And stretched out his hand towards the carriage.

A small hand slipped into his.

And little Anastasia stepped down carefully beside him in her soft gray dress, completely unaware of how every gaze around them subtly sharpened the moment she appeared at his side.

Almost instantly, the academy officials approached.

Their footsteps were measured. Their expressions carefully arranged. But behind the polite smiles, there was something restrained… an awareness that nothing around him could be taken lightly.

“Alpha Lucien,” one greeted respectfully, dipping into a bow that was just a fraction deeper than necessary.

Lucien acknowledged them with only a calm nod. But somehow, that made the tension sharper.

Anastasia felt it even if she didn’t fully understand it yet… the way the officials straightened even further, the way their voices softened, the way their confidence seemed to thin in his presence.

No one spoke over him, no one dared interrupt. Even the smallest movement from him seemed to make everyone more aware of their own breathing.

And still, Lucien didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. He simply stood there. And the world adjusted around him.

After several minutes of conversation, one of the officials finally gestured towards the academy entrance, so careful and respectful.

“We’ll take it from here, Your Majesty.”

Lucien’s gaze shifted to Anastasia.

For a brief moment, something in his expression softened… so slight it almost felt imagined.

But even that softness carried weight.

“You’ll do fine,” he said quietly, his voice lowered just for her. “We’ll see you later in the day.”

Anastasia nodded once before looking back at him again as she was guided towards the academy doors.

Lucien gave a small wave.

Then she stepped inside. And the moment Anastasia crossed the threshold, the atmosphere shifted. It was subtle at first. Then all at once.

The overly polished smiles that had greeted her moments ago didn’t quite hold the same warmth anymore. They lingered… but now they looked forced.

Eyes began to move, not openly, but quickly… Measuring her, reassessing.

A few officials exchanged glances that had lost all trace of welcome, replaced instead by uncertainty… and something quieter… Discomfort.

“She’s… ten?” one voice finally broke, low and unsteady, as though saying it out loud made it harder to believe.

The words didn’t settle before another cut in immediately… sharper, almost defensive.

“That’s impossible. The first manifestation doesn’t occur before thirteen. It never has.”

A pause followed…

Then another whisper slipped through the gap, closer this time, as if fear made it harder to keep distance.

“She looks too small to even stand in this academy…”

That one landed differently. And the room felt it.

The polite atmosphere fractured further. Warmth faded into hesitation… Hesitation into confusion… And confusion into quiet unease that no one wanted to acknowledge out loud.

One official cleared his throat, as if trying to regain control of the room. But even he couldn’t fully hide his surprise.

“Is this really… Lucien Kael’s daughter?”

That name alone tightened the air again.

A faint scoff came from somewhere behind him, quickly hushed but not before it was heard.

But even that small sound carried weight.

“She has to be,” someone muttered, lower now, more careful, like they were speaking about something dangerous. “Look at her… it’s the same pressure. The same presence…”

A few silent glances followed. As if they were no longer looking at a child. But at something inherited.

Another voice came slower this time… reluctant, almost unwilling to admit it.

“Well…”

A breath and a deep pause.

Then…

“The fruit never falls far from the tree.”

The words lingered for a second too long in the air, carrying more weight than anyone intended to admit.

The head official walking beside Anastasia stopped abruptly.

The sound of his shoe against the floor was enough to cut through the murmurs.

He cleared his throat sharply. And immediately, the surrounding voices died down.

Silence returned, controlled this time and enforced.

Then slowly, he turned… His expression shifted.

The tension in his face smoothed away, replaced with practiced composure as his attention settled on the small girl beside him.

And just like that… his voice softened.

“Welcome to the Supernatural Academy, Anastasia,” he said kindly, each word carefully measured. “If you need anything at all, you may come directly to me.”

Anastasia nodded politely.

Soon after, she was escorted towards her first class.

The hallway felt different as she walked through it. Conversations dipped the moment she passed. Heads turned slightly, then quickly turned away again, as though looking too long carried risk.

Then she stepped inside the classroom.

The effect was immediate… A sharp, collective gasp broke through the room at once.

For a heartbeat, there was silence. Then the whispers came alive.

“That’s her…”

The words were almost uncertain, it was like the speaker needed confirmation from someone else just to believe it.

“Lucien Kael’s daughter… is she really the one?”