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…

The Supernatural Academy.

It was where supernatural children were sent after their first manifestation. A place where young witches, wolves, vampires, and other supernatural children learned to understand the powers that had awakened within them.

Anastasia was only ten.

But her manifestation had already begun. And that meant she had to go.

The large black carriage rolled slowly through the academy gates.

Almost immediately, the atmosphere changed.

Conversations stopped… Students slowed where they stood.

A few heads turned.

Then more followed.

The guards stationed at the entrance straightened at once, their attention fixed firmly on the approaching carriage. Near the academy doors, the officials waiting to receive the new student subtly adjusted their postures.

The entire courtyard seemed to fall into a strange, expectant silence.

Everyone recognized the carriage.

And more importantly… Everyone knew who had arrived.

Lucien Kael.

The Alpha God of War.

His name alone carried enough weight to change the atmosphere of a room.

And now… He was here.

The carriage doors opened.

Lucien stepped out first.

He didn't speak. He didn't look around. He simply stepped down from the carriage.

Yet that alone was enough.

The officials approaching him immediately lowered their heads. Their expressions remained carefully composed, but something in their movements changed. They became more measured… more cautious.

“Alpha Lucien,” one of them greeted, bowing deeply.

Lucien gave him a simple nod.

Then he turned back towards the carriage and extended his hand.

For a moment, the academy grounds remained completely still.

Then…

A much smaller hand slipped into his.

Anastasia carefully stepped down from the carriage.

Her gray dress moved gently around her legs as her feet touched the ground. Her small hand remained securely wrapped inside her father's.

The contrast was impossible to miss.

Lucien Kael…

A man whose name was feared across kingdoms. And standing beside him was his ten-year-old daughter.

Small enough that she barely reached his side.

Several officials looked at her… Then at Lucien… Then back at Anastasia again.

For the briefest moment, one of them seemed almost uncertain of what to make of the sight.

Then he quickly forced his expression back into polite composure.

“Welcome to the Supernatural Academy,” he said.

Lucien finally released Anastasia's hand as the officials stepped closer.

They spoke with him for several minutes.

Anastasia stood quietly beside her father.

She didn't fully understand why everyone seemed so careful around him.

The officials spoke more softly than necessary. No one interrupted him or even dared to speak over him.

And whenever Lucien shifted his attention towards someone, that person immediately seemed more aware of their own movements.

Eventually, one of the officials stepped forward and gestured towards the academy entrance.

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

Lucien's gaze shifted towards Anastasia.

For the first time since they had arrived, something in his expression softened.

It was subtle… Barely noticeable to anyone who didn't know him.

But Anastasia noticed.

“You'll do fine,” he told her.

His voice lowered slightly.

“We'll see you later in the day.”

Anastasia nodded.

She took a few steps towards the academy entrance.

Then she stopped… Slowly, she turned back.

Lucien was still standing exactly where she had left him.

For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Lucien lifted one hand and gave her a small wave.

A smile immediately touched Anastasia's lips.

She lifted her hand and waved back.

Then, with one final smile, she turned and followed the official towards the academy.

The moment Anastasia crossed the threshold, the atmosphere changed.

The warm expressions that had greeted her outside slowly disappeared.

Eyes began turning towards her. Not openly at first… Quick glances, careful looks… Measuring.

Anastasia continued walking beside the official, though her fingers curled slightly at her sides.

Then she heard the first whisper.

“She’s... ten?”

The words were quiet but not quiet enough.

Anastasia's eyes shifted slightly.

Another voice immediately answered.

“That’s impossible.”

Her steps slowed… Only for a moment.

But she heard them.

“The first manifestation doesn't happen before thirteen.”

An uncomfortable feeling settled in her stomach.

A brief silence followed.

Then another voice spoke.

“She actually manifested?”

The uncertainty in that question made something inside Anastasia tighten.

She glanced towards the adults.

They weren't looking at her the same way anymore.

A few moments ago, she had simply been Lucien Kael's daughter.

Now...

Now their expressions had changed.

Their curiosity was no longer directed at the name she carried.

It was directed at her… Anastasia.

She became suddenly aware of how small she was beneath their attention.

One of the officials glanced at Anastasia again.

His expression tightened.

“She’s too young.”

Anastasia lowered her eyes slightly.

The words weren't cruel. But they still made something uncomfortable twist inside her chest.

She hadn't expected people to look at her as though she didn't belong there.

Another official spoke quietly.

“Is she really Lucien Kael's daughter?”

Anastasia's gaze lifted slightly.

The question hung in the air.

Someone answered almost immediately.

“She has to be.”

The official's voice was lower this time, more careful.

“The resemblance is obvious.”

A brief silence followed.

Anastasia's fingers curled slightly at her sides.

Then someone murmured...

“The fruit never falls far from the tree.”

The words were quiet but Anastasia heard them.

She didn't completely understand what they meant. Yet something about the way they were said made her stomach tighten.

The head official walking beside her stopped.

His shoes struck sharply against the polished floor.

The whispers disappeared immediately.

He slowly turned towards the others.

One look was enough.

Everyone lowered their heads.

Silence returned to the corridor.

Then the head official turned back towards Anastasia. The tension disappeared from his expression, replaced with practiced calm.

“Welcome to the Supernatural Academy, Anastasia.”

His voice was kind… Carefully kind.

“If you need anything, you may come directly to me.”

Anastasia looked up at him.

For a brief moment, she studied his face, trying to understand the strange atmosphere surrounding her.

Then she nodded politely.

“Thank you.”

Soon after, she was escorted through the academy corridors.

The hallways seemed unusually quiet as she passed.

Conversations lowered…

Heads turned…

Some students openly stared. Others quickly looked away the moment Anastasia noticed them watching.

She didn't understand why.

She had done nothing. She hadn't even spoken to anyone yet.

Still...

Everyone already seemed to know who she was.

The realization left her feeling strangely uncomfortable.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of her dress as she continued walking beside the official.

The official finally stopped in front of a classroom.

Anastasia looked up at the large doors.

Then drew in a quiet breath.

Her first day!... Her first class.

Maybe things would be different inside.

The doors opened.

Anastasia stepped through them.

The reaction was immediate.

A sharp collective gasp broke through the classroom.

For one heartbeat… Silence.

Anastasia stopped.

For a brief moment, she simply stood there, unsure of what to do.

Then the silence broke.

Whispers began spreading through the classroom.

“That’s her...”

The voice sounded almost uncertain.

“Lucien Kael's daughter.”

Another student leaned forward in his seat.

“Is she really the one?”

Anastasia stood silently near the entrance.

Her eyes moved slowly across the classroom.

Every student was staring at her.

An uncomfortable feeling settled heavily in her chest.

She hadn't said a single word.

Yet somehow, they already seemed to know exactly who she was.

Or at least… They thought they did.

And in that moment, Anastasia began to understand.

They weren't simply looking at her.

They were looking at the daughter of the Alpha God of War.