All Chapters of From Omega's Daughter To Alpha's Daughter: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Liam’s POVThe moment my eyes had caught Dahlia at the door of my chambers, interrupting my closeness with Mira, the world tilted. Mira had already scrambled to gather the sheets, her cheeks flushed with guilt…or something more.I’d pretended to be engrossed in the files on my desk, trying to keep my expression neutral, calm, like nothing had happened. But something had. Something I couldn’t shake off.Mira was different. She felt different. The way her fingers trembled when I touched her, how her breath caught when I pulled her close…it wasn’t just lust.It was something raw, magnetic. Unfamiliar even to me.She was just a servant. An ordinary servant, yet her presence had made my world brighter. The way she looked at me with those intense green eyes like I wasn’t just an Alpha…like I was a real person…that unsettled me more than anything.Dahlia’s sharp eyes were sweeping between us like a hawk. The second her eyes darted from Mira to me, I felt something sour build up in the pit of

Mira’s POVThe cave was dimly lit, the stone walls warmed by small flickering torches nestled into craggy alcoves. The air smelled of dried herbs, smoke, and old earth. It should have felt foreign, but somehow, it didn’t. It felt like I was returning to something that had always been waiting.The elderly woman, her name was Eryna. She moved with a quiet authority, her gray braids trailing down her back like woven thread of time. She handed me a blanket and motioned for me to sit on a woven mat close to the hearth.“You look just like her,” she said after a moment, her voice raspy but steady.“My mother?” I asked, lowering myself slowly onto the mat.She nodded. “Same eyes. Same strong jaw. Samantha had that same way of clenching her fists when she was anxious.”I looked down. My hands were tight, my fingers clenched in my lap.Eryna smiled knowingly and turned to stir something inside a clay pot resting over the fire. The scent of root broth filled the space.“What was it like?” I ask

Mira’s POVThe cave was quiet, the fire having burned low, casting soft shadows across the walls. I was still curled up on the mat Eryna had laid out for me, wrapped in my blanket, but sleep did not come easy. My limbs were sore, my mind spinning from everything… The attack, the silver dagger, the truth Eryna hinted at.But eventually, exhaustion dragged me under. That’s when the dream came.I was in the forest again, but it was bathed in moonlight, the trees glowing silver. There was a soft rustle of leaves behind me, and when I turned, he was there. Liam.His hands were on my waist, firm and guiding me as though I belong to him. He was dressed in black, his shirt half-unbuttoned, his eyes burning with a fire that seemed both familiar and foreign, his breath hot against my neck. I stepped closer without meaning to. Something about the space between us pulled tight like a thread.“Mira,” he said, voice low and rough. “Why did you leave?”“I didn’t,” I breathed, heart thudding. “You le

Eryna’s POVThe moon is beginning to fad into the early veil of dawn, its pale glow softening the harsh edges of the cave entrance. The fire crackles low beside me, embers pulsing like the slow, steady heartbeat of the wild. Mira has not returned yet.I watch the forest edge, the place where she vanished in a storm of silver and purpose hours ago. Her shift had been unlike anything I had witnessed in decades. The pain she endured, the grace with which she surrendered to it…it was not just a transformation.It was an awakening.I trace the rim of the empty bowl in my lap, the scent of crushed valerian and wolfsage still clinging to my hands. My joints ache from the night. Not from age, no. From the weight of witnessing history rise in front of me and realizing that the child Samantha tried so hard to protect was destined for far more than survival.Mira is a Great Wolf, the kind of wolf elders whisper about, whose birth rewrites the balance of power.”The moment I saw her form under th

Mira’s POVThe ache is immediate when I wake…deep inside my bones, like I ran through fire in my sleep. Every muscle throbs. But it’s not the kind of pain that leaves you helpless. No, this feels earned. Like a scar you choose to wear proudly.Kira stirs inside me, sleepy but satisfied. “You’re adjusting quickly,” she murmurs. “But there’s more. Much more.”I roll onto the side and wince. The cool air of the cave stings my skin as I stretch. The fur blanket sticks slightly to my back with dried sweat and dirt from the night before.Eryna is already awake. She stands barefoot on the edge of the clearing, the rising sun casting long shadows behind her. Her cloak flutters gently, but she doesn’t turn when she hears me. Instead, she speaks in a calm voice: “Sleep makes the shift feel worse, but you’ll get used to the fire beneath your skin. That’s your wolf and your instincts trying to find balance.”I sit up slowly, my arms sore. “Balance sounds like a joke right now.”She turns, smirki