All Chapters of The Alpha King's Daughter: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A knock on the Alpha King Alexander’s office door rings out.Alexander didn’t look up from what he was doing; he didn’t need to look up. “ENTER.” He called out.The door opened, and his daughter, the Crowned Princess Elizabeth, entered the study. “You sent for me, Father?” Elizabeth stated rather than asked, and based on her father’s posture, he had something important to tell her.Her father, the King, rises from his seat behind his desk and gestures towards the lounge on the other side of his study, “Come, My Little Star, we have much to discuss.”“Of course, Father,” Elizabeth replied, closing the study door and waiting for the click before joining her Father in the sitting area.Elizabeth sits down before continuing, “Father, everything ok?”“Yes, my dear, it’s just…I grow lonely, my young one, and you have been without a mother figure in your life for some time, and now that you are 12 and are getting on to your teenage years, I think it is time that I take a chosen mate.”“Fathe

Recognition dawned on Elliot's face first. "Wait. Elizabeth? Elizabeth Pearson? The quiet one who's always reading in the back corner of the library?"Buck frowned, trying to place her in his memory. "The girl with the weird books about ancient pack treaties and battle strategies? That's the Princess?""She's not weird, she's brilliant," Elliot muttered, then caught himself when both his mother and brother turned to stare at him. He cleared his throat. "I've seen her reading material. It's... advanced."Phoebe studied her younger son with interest. Elliot had always been the more observant of the twins, but she hadn't realised he'd paid such close attention to the Princess. "Yes, that's her. And you will both treat her with the respect her position deserves, regardless of how you may have interacted at school."Buck ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing to recall if he'd ever said or done anything that might have offended the Crown Princess. "Does she know? About us, I mean?""

“Interesting, I can count at least 20 times yesterday you called me that under your breath. Also, at least 30 aloud enough for the school corridors to overhear and laugh, because an Alpha’s daughter should be swimming with friends, why? Because I need fake people in my life?”Buck's face flushed red, his embarrassment palpable as he realised the princess had heard every disparaging comment. The confidence that normally radiated from him flickered like a candle in the wind. "I... that's not what I meant," he stammered, looking to his brother for support. But Elliot's expression had hardened, his disapproval evident.King Alexander's eyes narrowed dangerously, the temperature in the room seeming to drop several degrees as his protective instincts flared. "You've been mocking my daughter?" His voice was deceptively quiet, but carried the unmistakable edge of a predator preparing to strike.Luna Phoebe straightened in her chair, her own cheeks colouring with mortification. "Buck, is this

“I was expecting you to call me pampered. I have been trained by the best in our Royal Guard, Captain Robert Thorne. But then, I’ve never been allowed to join in combat classes, and I wouldn’t want anyone to catch anything. Now would we?”Buck's face flushed scarlet. The princess's reference to "catching anything" struck a nerve, reminding him of whispered comments he'd made to his friends about how the royal family probably thought themselves too good to mingle with regular wolves. He hadn't realised she'd overheard those particular remarks.King Alexander's expression darkened momentarily before he mastered it. He had fought against the council's insistence that his daughter be kept separate from combat classes with other students. Their concerns about her safety were valid, but the isolation had only reinforced the perception of royal aloofness he'd worked to dispel."Elizabeth excels at individual combat," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "Though I believe team exercises woul

The princess shot her father a quick glance, surprised he would share such a personal detail. It was unlike him to reveal anything that might be perceived as a weakness, even something as insignificant as a dessert preference. Yet as the servants brought in the delicately crafted pastries, their sweet scent filling the air, she understood his intent. He was attempting to humanise her, to bridge the gap between the formidable royal heir and the young girl who still took simple pleasure in favourite foods.Elliot noticed the brief look that passed between father and daughter, filing away this new information. The princess's sweet tooth was hardly strategic intelligence, but it offered a glimpse of the person behind the royal facade. He found himself increasingly curious about what other contradictions might exist within Elizabeth Pearson."These look amazing," Buck declared, his mood instantly lightening at the sight of dessert. If there was one thing that could be relied upon to improv