All Chapters of The Alpha's Secret Daughter: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Lucy:"We will need to do the ceremony sooner than whenever it happened in the vision. We should not lock everyone up who we think might be a threat!" Their solutions were made out of fear, not the reality of what could possibly work, but again, I did understand.We were walking to Tony's house to hear about his grandfather's stories while my mates argued nonstop about the best way to proceed with this situation.I would be lying to say that I wasn't feeling weird hearing that there were visions of me dying but I had to put that information to the side so that I could continue to work towards the goal."Where's your mate?" I ask Tony the moment we arrive and see him out front winterizing his house."She's out shopping," Tony smiles over while wrapping up the hoses in the front lawn and walking over."I was wondering when I would see all of you. Come in," Tony motions to all of us to follow him inside.Their house was cozy, like a home. The fireplace crackled near the couch, making me

Lucy:I had spent the night healing Trish. I wasn't sure my healing powers could work, and if it hadn't been for Liam, I wouldn't have been able to sustain enough magic for it to be successful.Leon and Seth discussed with Saul how we thought his cousin might be involved in all of it.Unfortunately, that discussion confirmed our theories, as Saul recognized his cousin had been behaving oddly, and the visit was somewhat random as well.All things that I was sure were the case but hadn't said as much."My love," Seth whispers in my ear, taking off my clothes for me.It wasn't all that sexual, really. I was exhausted."I'm proud of you," he adds, knowing full well how difficult it was to fight the Old Magic taking over Trish.It was different from trying to help Seth and Liam. That magic had taken over Trish for several days, whereas they had been infected for only hours.Liam was already in the tub, nearly falling asleep as he soaked. We hadn't utilized the jacuzzi at all up to this poin

Lucy:It takes me two seconds to whip my hand and create the portal in the distance.All the council members gasp and back away quickly, grabbing their things and looking around at each other with questions that can't seem to come to their lips.The idiots.'I thought we were keeping my existence a secret, Lucy?' Zeak says.He sounds nervous, which makes me realize I've done it yet again.I get excited when we've duped someone or when I realize exactly what we need to do. The dots begin to connect, and I fail to communicate everything.'They're accusing me of murdering you. That's their reasonable cause for why they believe me to be dangerous,' I explain, taking a deep breath.Similar to a black hole, the portal swirls like a vortex of royal purple and silver shades.Before I can blink twice, Zeak's big, bulky form jumps through the portal, and I whip my hand again, closing it behind him.His eyes dart straight to Paul's, malice dripping from his aura.Not just because of me or what h

Lucy:"What is this?" I ask, my hands still trembling and weak from Zeak marking me.Trish had made me more of the heat potion, not just for me but for others who wanted to wait.His marking was similar and yet different. Extending from my other marks. Aphirages curving and flowing down my back in the shape of wings.A symbol unlike any that Nadia had ever seen."It's your mother's ceremonial dress, passed down for generations," Nadia smiles at me.She gently hands me the long silver garment bag. It has soft black-and-white engraving around the seams in Fae encryption. I set it down on my bed and unzip the bag before opening it to the most beautiful dress I have ever seen. It nearly takes my breath away.The sleeves were long and made of thin white lace. The body of the dress was pearl white silk and would easily flowed easily down to the ground.Nadia stood behind me in front of the mirror after I put on the dress. Her eyes watered with held-back tears, and she looked at me in a way

Lucy:Memories are like small treasures that can never be replaced with money. They can't be bought or curated.Stolen. Yes. Something we had all learned the hard way.I knew that Nia was special. It was always obvious.She was highly intelligent, despite the fact that I often didn't want to listen to her at first.A product of loss, confusion, grief, and overall naivety.A young girl thrown into the reality of the world. The harshest realities.The kind that makes you or breaks you. Looking back now, I realize that I actively let it break me because loneliness is its own kind of friend.It doesn't comfort you, but it also doesn't hurt you. It doesn't inflict pain with words or fists. It cuddles you and whispers that you're enough, but only in the darkness, only when you're alone.It had curled around me, trying to become me, but I was never meant to be alone.And as nature often does, it unfolded within itself, revealing the truth and pushing me towards a reality I needed to face.