Alia Rose Father Novels & Stories

Gasps were heard around the room. “He’s just a boy, isn’t he? His father just died in a car accident. The poor child.” One of the men said, and the rest chimed in with concern for him. “He feels that he let down his pack by giving up control to Alpha Eric before he left. But, Queen Luna Aria gave him a message.” My father stands and scratches his head before he continues. “It seems that Luna Aria had a child, Augusta’s child.” More gasps from the council emerged and my father had to quiet down the chatter to continue.

“I am not going away Rose, I can’t miss your wedding but you do know you can’t fight my dad right? He is the richest man in Owhen Rose, getting on his bad side won’t be nice,” I said and I could hear her sigh, I didn’t lie, my father had so much influence, he wasn’t the alpha but he had a lot of say in the affairs of the pack, though Jordan’s stunt eight years ago had caused a rift in the relationship my dad had with the alpha king, I knew because it was talked about in the news when I newly left Owhen and Rose had kept me updated and she told me that my dad hasn’t had anything to do with the alpha since it happened, he must have been angry at the humiliation Jordan had caused to our family.

“Again, Sarah Pierce is also his daughter, there is not much difference.” His brows arched. “Says who?” “You have no reason to be against this.” “She has a daughter with an unknown father!” he complained. “What are you thinking? Don't you realise she will hurt your image? Our image?! Listen, boy.” He poked my chest. “Rosaline Pierce is your bride. Stop being stupid and do as you are told.” I scoffed. And that shocked my father. He asked, “Are you in your right mind?”

That alone told me everything. He took his seat across the table from me. I kept my eyes lowered, but I felt him watching. Not the idle curiosity of earlier. Something else. Discomfort. Perhaps even resentment. The meal proceeded with practiced normalcy. Conversations about business. Logistics. Names I did not recognize spoken with ease. I ate carefully, aware of every movement I made. Every breath. At one point, his father gestured toward me. “This is Rosalia,” he said. “My youngest wife.”

Daisy said. Alice felt a chill running down her spine, and her blood was on the verge of freezing. She had never imagined that Daisy would dig out that secret that she tried so hard to hide from everyone. She had believed she had kept the secret well hidden. Furthermore, she assumed that no one would ever find out about it if she didn’t say anything about it. “However, I still want to know the truth form you. Alice tells me, your daughter’s father is Zayden, isn’t he? And you are the mother of his son, aren’t you? What the hell had happened?”

Selena shook her head softly. Axel sighed and turned his face away. For some reason he was getting carried away when he thought about Arsella. He even insinuated Selena indirectly. Even though what he was talking about was Selena's biological mother. "Right now, I'm just trying to understand Arsella's point of view. She is only the daughter of my father's wife. The one who killed my mother was Alice. I will only hate that person. I was also almost killed by her at that time, and I can understand it. Why? Because Arsella was raised by her mother, who was very afraid of losing her husband. Alice was afraid of my mother coming back, she was so afraid of me and my mother."

She moved a hand up, gripping his wrist and planting a gentle kiss against the inside of his palm. Drystan jaws clamped at the subtle act. So innocent yet sinfully destructive. Rosealba pulled away from his grip. She turned around—eyes running round the beautiful room. Drystan stilled behind her. Watching. Anticipation. His lips parted. But just when he made to speak, Rosealba’s voice took over the air. “My father was a narcissistic.” Her voice was sharp and inviting. Drystan stilled at the information. No. The word. It was nothing Rosealba calling her father that amused him. It was Rosealba speaking up for the first time and this time— he didn't even push.

" My father asked. I can never forget that strong personality and how his small mistake took his life. I nodded my head. "Alice and Armando got married after his first wife died. They have a daughter. No one knows where she's. Dead or alive?" I cursed under my breath. "She's Clara's mother." I told him. First time in my life, I saw his eyes widen. He schooled his shocked expression immediately. "There was an auction an hour ago. We need to hear all the details of it and the girls' names." He said.

Ares’ reason for visiting, he was extremely cooperative as he cudgeled his brain to convey every single information he knew about Rose to Jay. "To be honest with you, Mr. Ares, Rose is my eldest daughter, but her mother and I separated not long after we got married. When I came to the city to start a business, both mother and daughter stayed in the countryside. I was doing poorly at work the last few years, so I didn’t have any extra money to send them. Because of that, both mother and daughter lived in straitened circumstances.”

Alfred hit his cane on the tile with force and lashed out, “Damion… that bastard!!! How dare he slander your mother and I name like that. Rosalie and I were never… I mean never intimate. I swear on mine and my daughter's life, Zane, that I never touched your mother.” In that instant, Zane’s mind went blank for a minute. What Mr. Alfred just said… brought him immediate relief, but a whole new confusion came with that statement. “So you are not my father?” Zane asked as he raised his head to meet Mr. Alfred’s gaze. “As I told you before... your mother's parents and mine wanted the both of us to get married. Rosalie was introduced to me at a young age. It was not just some abrupt arranged marri