All Chapters of From Omega's Daughter To Alpha's Daughter: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Mira’s POV The announcement came at dawn. The sound of bells rang out across Pine Shadows, clear and bright, summoning the whole pack like a call to worship. Their clang rolled through the mansion walls, through the narrow streets, even into the forests beyond. I had heard those bells before, as a child, when the Alpha announced a wedding or a blood oath. They were not bells for joy today… they were bells for spectacle. The servants whispered it as they bustled through the corridors with trays and linens. The Welcome Oath. The words fell from their lips like a litany, spreading faster than fire through dry grass. Everywhere I turned, there it was… on tongues, in glances, written across faces eager for drama. By the time Cael and I descended into the courtyard, Pine Shadows was already awake with a feverish buzz. Warriors polished their weapons as though for ceremony rather than war. Nobles in silken cloaks gathered in corners, speaking behind their hands. And always, the stares… sh

Mira’s POVFor a long, terrible moment, silence reigned. I could feel the eyes of every noble, every servant, waiting to see if Harold would strike me down with words… or with claws.The silence was broken by an unexpected sound… a clap of applause.Liam.It was a few rippled clap, but it was firm, the sound echoing like thunder in the charged air. His eyes stayed on mine, unflinching. And though he said nothing, the message was clear.He stood for me.And then, a laugh. Low, bitter, mocking. Dahlia’s.“There,” she hissed, her voice slicing through the chamber. “Proof! She insults us in our own hall, spits on our traditions, dares to defy you, Father…”“Silence,” Harold’s voice cut like a blade.Dahlia froze mid-sentence, her lips snapping shut, her face flushing red.But Harold’s eyes remained fixed on me. He was measuring me, testing me, weighing the steel of my words against the centuries of tradition I had just defied.Finally, he spoke. “Very well, Mira of Moonlit. You will have

Mira’s POVWhen he finally left, I sank against the cold stone, the hall’s laughter seeping through the walls like a cruel reminder of joy I couldn’t share. My lips still burned from the kiss and I pressed trembling fingers against them, trying in vain to quiet the storm of longing and ache inside me. What had I done?My wolf was silent at first, her breath caught in the same stunned awe that held me captive. And then… like a river breaking its dam… Kira surged up, howling inside my chest, filling me with the raw, primal truth I had been trying to ignore.Mate.The word cut through me, sharper than any blade I could hold. I shook my head hard, hoping denial could erase what my body already knew. It couldn’t be him. Liam couldn’t be my mate… not the boy who stood by when I was dragged into exile, who had let my name be marked with shame.And yet, every part of me ached for him. Every breath still held his scent… teakwood and warmth that blended with my own. I hated myself for remember

Mira's POV My breath caught when the note slipped into my lap, hidden beneath the folds of my gown. For a heartbeat, I didn’t move. The hall was still alive with chatter and clinking goblets, but it all blurred into nothing beneath the pounding of my pulse.Liam.I stared straight ahead, keeping still, fighting the urge to reach for the paper hidden against my leg. If anyone… especially Dahlia… noticed, there’d be trouble.I made myself take a slow, casual sip from my goblet. The note felt heavier than paper should, as if it carried not just words but the weight of every choice I’d ever made.I thought I had masked my unease well enough until Cael’s shadow fell over me. He leaned close, his breath tickling my ear.“Well, little sister,” he murmured, smugness dripping from each syllable, “care to tell me what all that eye contact and tension with our dear Liam was about? You could have set the table on fire with it.”Heat rushed to my cheeks. My instinct was to snap, but that would on

Mira’s POVThe infirmary door closed softly behind me, and the quiet hallway seemed to press in on all sides. My hands shook as I pulled my cloak tighter. The lanterns burned low, the air smelled of smoke and damp stone, and each step back to my room felt heavier than the last.I should have felt steadied. Nate’s chest had risen stronger under my hand, his body fighting again instead of slipping further away. There had been proof… blinking eyes, a cough, a flicker of life where before there had been almost none. I had pulled him back from the edge, even if just a breath closer.And yet, all I felt was exposed.Sorenna’s voice echoed in my mind. ‘This is the only thing. Nothing more’. Her clipped tone, her trembling hands. She had promised to stay silent, but not out of loyalty to me. No… Her silence was for Cael. For herself, which made it fragile. Breakable. Dangerous.Still, I had bought time. Three nights. Three more chances to wrest Nate from death’s grip before Dahlia or Harold d