The Alpha's Daughter

Daciana’s P.O.V I woke up with a headache and a blurred vision of where I lay. I could hear hushed voices around me all mumbling something underneath their breath, but I could barely see their faces or recognize their voices. “Where… where am I?” I whispered as my sight became clear. “Ciana! You’re a wake!” yelled a female voice which sounded just like that of my sisters and I felt a thud on my body as she hugged me tightly. “Too tight Amelia. You're squeezing me,” I mumbled under my breath. She giggled softly, but something about her laughter didn’t feel right. “I thought I had lost you too,” she sobbed. I took a deep breath and sat upright on the bed. That was when I realized I was in my bedroom at home. Mother was not with us in the room. Only a few guards and the village healer who seemed to have worked tirelessly to ensure I was in good health. I couldn’t recall what happened to me, but I remembered bumping into Caleb on my way out of the forest. “Where are M

Milton’s P.O.V She slept silently like an angel. Peaceful and beautiful as she regained her strength from the toil of last night. I stared at her, unsure of what to do while she slept on my bed, and with no idea of what to do when she finally woke from her slumber. The scent of her body differed from that of the rogues that attacked her. It seemed she was cast out of her home. Robert was against bringing her into our pack. He said she was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode, but I didn't care for his opinion. She wasn't mated. I could sense it, and maybe that would explain why I felt drawn to her. She was lucky that I had gone hunting last night, otherwise she would have been dead. “Why are you staring at me?” The voice I heard awoke me from my thoughts as I stared at the lady before me. She was awake, and I had not noticed it until she had spoken up. I was uncertain of how long she must have been awake, but one thing was clear, and that was the fact that she c

Daciana's P.O.V It was my third day in the dungeon and I hadn't been allowed the warmth of sunshine. I was locked up in a cold dark room with nothing but a candle light to keep the monsters at bay, and the company of rodents to keep me sane. Everyday, for the past three days, a guard would occasionally walk down to the dungeons to ascertain that I was still bound by my chains. After he left an elderly woman would come down with a tray of food to satisfy my hunger. Her name was Elena. She was short and had hips that could barely ease her passing through the door. I was never able to get a good look at her face due to the dungeons' poor lighting, so all I knew about her was that she was a mother of two strong boys whom she said were the Alpha's most trusted guards. Each day she came down, I asked her if she knew what the Alpha wished to do with me, and why he hadn't come down to question me yet. And each day I asked her, she would say. “Milton will come.” Today, I had no reason

Daciana's P.O.V My third day living as a member of Milton's pack wasn't exactly going as either of us had pictured it over breakfast this morning. I still had not asked him the name of his pack, but I hoped it would come up in a conversation. Some time in the afternoon, I took a stroll through the village square, hoping to buy something for Amelia. Whenever I wanted to get something off my mind, I'd buy her gifts. Her smile whenever I gave them to her always made me happy. Adam told me about an old relic store down the street of the village square. The villagers mostly abandoned and forsook it, but the old woman who owned it never gave up on the secrets her store held. The roof was nearly in ruins, a fallen tree branch resting perfectly above it. The stone facade wall was covered in creeping ivy, and moss grew at the edges of the window frame. The door creaked open slowly and the bell above it chimed gently. Its soft ring lingered as I stepped into the store and closed the do

Milton's P.O.V “Are you busy?” I looked up from my table, and Daciana was standing by the door. She wore a black dress that stopped above her knee. The servants had made sure she had a different cloth for each day she spent in the village with me. “You look nice,” I said in an even tone. She smiled gently and gave me a twirl when she walked into the office. She was beautiful. Her eyes were a perfect mix of chocolate and gold; like rich, deep pools of Amber. Her hair, silky and straight, was packed in a pigtail. It was brown just like her eyes, and her pale toned skin was light and beautiful as moonlight. “Shouldn't you still be resting?” I asked, my eyes darted towards her earlier twisted knee, which seemed perfectly fine. “It doesn't hurt as much,” she responded, aware that I was staring at her knee. “You didn't come out for dinner.” Her statement came out like a question, but I didn't know how to answer her. I massaged my forehead gently. My mind had slipped