Aaliyah's Daughter Novels & Stories

Amelia declared, giving the most logical explanation she could think of. I laughed softly and shook my head. “Well Amelia, I don't think I qualify as a boy anymore. Don't you think so?” She huffed dramatically and flicked a strand of hair out of her face. With her hair out of the way, she returned her icy stare at me, waiting for the answer to her question. ‘Such confidence for a young child,’ I smiled to myself. ‘No one had to⁴ be told that she was indeed an Alpha's Daughter.’

I had worked with the FBI on some missions in the past, so I knew this wasn't a regular call. The agent explained that they had some information about Stephan's daughter, Aliyah. My heart skipped a beat. I had seen the pain in Stephan's eyes when he had talked about his missing daughter. The agent told me that Aliyah was living with an old white couple who had adopted her. They had managed to track her down.

Around six o'clock, Ailany and her husband arrived at the Hamilton's manor with their youngest daughter. Mrs. Hamilton personally went out to welcome them. "Dad, Mom, you're here." Aaliyah happily ran out of the hall. Her parents were her strongest backers. As long as her parents were there, she would feel relieved. But when Aaliyah saw the girl her mother was holding, the smile on her face immediately became half—smile. She even shot a hateful glance at the girl in the green dress.

“Of course he doesn’t. If Orrin Hayes knew Aaliyah had been pregnant when he married her—pregnant possibly with Henry’s child—he wouldn't spare a minute with her. But she’s clever. She’s been hiding it… from everyone.” Pedro went quiet, waiting. “You’ve done enough,” I murmured. “Back off for now.” “Copy that.” I ended the call and stood there, breathing in the quiet weight of my own satisfaction. So, it was true. Aaliyah had a son. A boy with the Hayes name but possibly Henry’s blood. The perfect little secret. The kind of secret empires fall for. The kind that ruins. I turned and my eyes caught my reflection in the window’s glass—composed, elegant, victorious.

For my daughter’s sake, I’ll at least try to look nice. Aaliyah ran out of my room and into the bathroom with a shirt and a nice pair of shoes in her arms. “Momma put these on!” She exclaimed, practically throwing them at me. I caught them and put the shoes on first. They were a cute pair of flats Tillie got me for my birthday last year. The shirt was a black corset top, a little sexier than I expected my eight-year-old to grab but maybe it looked fancy to her. Aaliyah hanked me by my hand and rushed me out of the house and into the driveway. “This is my Mom!” Aaliyah exclaimed when we were face to face. “Isn’t she gorgeiaous?” she asked, pronouncing gorgeous wrong.

Luna Layla scolded. Anger clouded her mind. She wanted to step up and hit me again. This time, I can't let myself suffer. I backed away, dodging her slap. I shouted, "Luna Layla! Even though I'm a fake, I'm also Alpha Raymond's daughter; I'm the one who celebrated the wedding with Darian. You have no right to hit me like that arbitrarily!"

They were oblivious to the fact that this passage would be arduous to traverse, fraught with numerous obstacles. Their first task was to discover the existence of an escape route from the place their clan had called home for countless centuries. ****** Killian "Could you please wait for me, Killian? One day, when I grow up like the other girls around you, you will see. I'll save myself for you, which means you'll have to be patient. Promise," I pleaded with Killian, our alpha's daughter, as I gently stroked her hair and offered her a sweet smile. However, the small child frowned in response.

I'm blessed with other baby. My baby girl. My Aaliyah! She is almost three years old. Aaron chose the name for her. It's so beautiful when I heard it. In Arab, the meaning of her name is Princess. It also means Beautiful and brave. My poor Martino has to deal with his mother's craziness. He would laugh at me when he grows up. Coming to Aaliyah,She is exact replica of me with personality of her dad. She hates chocolate with passion. Do you know what she said?

She was already reaching for her phone “Let me talk to Reign, he has contacts everywhere, even lawyers, investigators, people who can help. We’ll get this sorted out, okay? Don’t let this bother you too much” “Are you sure? I don’t want to be a burden—” “Belle” She looked at me firmly “You’re my daughter, so you’re pack now, this is what we do. We protect each other” Guilt twisted in my stomach again but I pushed it back down immediately “Thank you,” I said quietly “Don’t thank me yet. Just wait until Reign gets his hands on the situation, that man is relentless when he wants to be” She smiled obviously proud as she typing something on her phone

I stood, stunned speechless as Kaiden’s face lit up with a heart-warming smile and he swung the girl up to sit on his shoulders. “And last but certainly not the least, Aliya, meet Quinn, my darling daughter.” What. The. Heck?