All Chapters of The Fate of the Alpha's Orphaned Daughter: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"I would have been vulnerable," I finished, feeling sick. "An orphaned she-wolf with a claim to Alpha bloodlines.""A prize," Maison said, his voice hardening. "And a way to legitimise his power grab."I stood up suddenly, anger replacing shock. "I'm not a prize. I'm not a pawn. And I'm done hiding."Uncle Mateo moved to block my path to the stairs. "Daisy—Marabelle—please. We need to be strategic about this.""Strategic?" I laughed bitterly. "I've spent ten years living a lie, jumping at shadows, all because some psychopath thinks he has a claim on me? While someone else died wearing my face?""Your parents gave their lives to keep you safe," Maison said quietly. "Don't dishonour that sacrifice with recklessness."Something in his tone made me pause. "Why do you suddenly care? You've clarified what you think of me since day one."A muscle twitched in his jaw. "My feelings about you are... complicated.""Complicated," I repeated flatly."We don't have time for this," Uncle Mateo inter

Maison moved to my side, his warm presence steadying me as the pendant's magic continued to flow through me. "What's happening to him?" he asked quietly."Justice," I replied, watching dispassionately as Viktor's transformations became more erratic. "The pendant is severing his false claim."Dean tried to edge toward the door, taking advantage of the distraction. Luna Mara intercepted him with deadly grace, her claws at his throat before he could take three steps."Where do you think you're going, traitor?" she asked sweetly, though her eyes promised violence.Viktor collapsed to the floor, his body finally settling into human form—but changed. The vitality and power that had made him so dangerous was gone, leaving him looking withered and decades older than his true age."What have you done to me?" he gasped, his voice barely more than a rasp.I approached him, the pendant's light dimming now that its work was complete. "The price of a false claim is steep, Viktor. You tried to steal

"The Elder Council," Jackson interrupted, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "At least one member may have been supporting Viktor and Thomas from the shadows."The implications were staggering. The Elder Council was the highest authority in the supernatural world, comprised of the oldest and most powerful beings from various species, including werewolves, vampires, fae, and others whose existence remained largely hidden from humans."That's... that's impossible," Maison breathed, shock evident in his voice. "The Elders are sworn to neutrality in pack matters."Jackson's expression remained grim. "Tell that to the rogue who's singing like a canary in the holding cells. He claims Thomas received ancient texts and magical artifacts and whispers of other high-ranking pack members who may have survived that night, that your family was killed. It appears your father may have had more than one traitor in his pack, just as we did.”I felt my blood run cold. "What do you mean? Who e

The Stone's surface cleared, the images fading back into swirling patterns of light. I stood trembling, tears streaming down my face as the truth settled into my bones. My little brother hadn't died with our parents—he'd been born into captivity, raised by the same monster who had orchestrated our family's destruction. "Ten years," I whispered. "He's been with her for ten years." Maison's arm tightened around me, his voice rough with emotion. "We'll find him, Marabelle. I swear it." Uncle Mateo approached the Stone cautiously, his expression haunted. "The Stone showed us this for a reason. It must be part of what we need to know to perform the protection ritual." "Or to make it stronger," Jacob suggested, his tactical mind cle

I watched him for a moment, his face relaxed in sleep, making him look even younger than his ten years. The weight of everything he'd endured and everything he'd escaped settled heavily on my shoulders. Nightshade had stolen his childhood, denied him his heritage, and used him for her own purposes. Yet somehow, his spirit remained unbroken. When I returned to the great hall, the formal Council meeting had dissolved into smaller strategy sessions. Maison stood with his father and several high-ranking Diamond warriors, deep in tactical discussions. Jacob and Uncle Mateo were huddled with representatives from allied packs, likely explaining the significance of the ritual we'd performed. Sebastian was nowhere to be seen, though his presence lingered like a shadow over the proceedings.