The Lost Alpha Princess

I turned away from the TV to keep my foster family from noticing my interest in the news. I especially didn’t want Andrea to see me staring at the handsome Alpha male who was the missing girl’s fiancé.I could still hear the reporter's words as he delivered the story. His voice seemed to echo through my mind.“So, I have a message for all you girls who will soon be eighteen,” the reporter said. “If you have thick eyebrows and naturally curly hair, please call the number at the bottom of the screen. You could be Alberta Wilson, the heiress of dying billionaire Alex Wilson.”“You should call the number, Daisy.” Cecilia tugged on a lock of my wild, unruly hair. “Maybe this is your real family.”Andrea let out a whoop of mocking laughter that made me cringe.“Daisy ... a missing heiress!” Andrea laughed again. “Alex Wilson is the leader of The United Association of Alphas.” She rolled her eyes. “No way is Daisy an Alpha.”“Sweetheart, stop it.” Cecilia winked at her daughter. “There’s no

I wanted to do the test as soon as possible, but the earliest I could schedule an appointment was the following Saturday. I guess there were more girls taking the test than I thought.I arrived at the clinic on time. The number of other girls my age with curly hair waiting for their turn with the nurses was staggering. They were seated in every available chair, but most stood in long lines as they waited their turn to speak to ten different nurses.I never saw so many girls with curly hair all in one place. As soon as one of the girls finished speaking with one of the nurses, another girl took her place. Many left abruptly after answering the nurse's questions, while others went through a different door and into another room.I overheard chatter from two curly-haired girls around me. They claimed the girls who left had been rejected when the nurses felt they couldn’t be Alberta Wilson. The others were considered possible matches and continued on to the DNA testing—the girls who were c

All I could do was shake my head. I was too overwhelmed to speak. My mind spun, unable to accept what Victor had said. How could I be Alberta Wilson?And I didn’t want to be engaged to Victor. I couldn’t marry a man like him.Sure, he was handsome and charming, but I didn’t like him. How could I fall in love with a man I didn’t like? And he was used to dating beautiful female Alphas, like the woman with him at the restaurant. He could never love me.“It’s true, Daisy,” Victor said. “His voice was gentle and kind. “The DNA samples you gave at the clinic yesterday prove Alex Wilson is your father.” Victor gave me another charming smile that took my breath away.Looking at Victor's radiant, smiling face, I realized he didn’t remember me. That was hard for me to understand. If someone threw up on me, I’d never forget them. He must not really look at people. He probably hadn’t thought I was important enough to remember.“No! You have the wrong person,” Andrea shouted. Her eyes narrowed as

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything important,” Victor said. He smiled confidently as he adjusted his tie and walked further into the room.“We were talking about Alberta’s future,” Alex replied.“Please, continue,” Victor said and sat in a leather club chair.“What were you about to tell me, dearest?” Alex asked.How could I tell Alex about the playboy side of Victor and his selfishness while Victor stood just feet away and smiled at me? Yet, I had to try.“I … I’ve suh … seen him before. I nah … nah … know things you … you duh … don’t nuh .. know.” I couldn’t continue. It was too embarrassing to sit there stammering while Victor grinned at me. I told Alex we would talk another time.Alex nodded. He looked tired and excused himself to go to his room and lie down.“But remember what I told you, Alberta,” Alex said as he made his way out of the living room. “You have a duty to this family and our kind to marry well and marry the man best suited to be our leader.”He made it to the do

I stood in my new bedroom the following day dressed in a fluffy bathrobe. I didn't know what to do after discovering the maids had left my old shirts and jeans at my adoptive parents' house. I had the debit card, but I had nothing to wear except the robe. And school started in an hour.I pushed the button near my headboard. Maybe I could borrow jeans and a shirt from one of the maids. The youngest maid looked about my size.But when an older maid arrived, she asked me to choose something from the closet.She opened the closet door, and pulled out a dress. It was made from a soft blue, shimmering fabric with a famous designer label.“Everything in this closet was chosen for you,” the maid told me. “It should all fit. Wear whatever you like. And let me know if you don't like any of them, I will remove those for you later.”"Oh...Okay. I like them all," I answered as quickly as I could. I was afraid that she would throw all these clothes away if I expressed any dislike. What a waste!I l