Alpha's Abandoned Daughter Is The Secret Heiress! Novels & Stories

"Where is the Alpha?" "Alpha Hades would never abandon us." "What happened to the Alpha?" "Is he sick?" "What are you hiding from us?" "It's the hunter's daughter. She must've done something to our Alpha." "He shouldn't have trusted her in the first place."

“You wouldn’t understand son, this matter isn’t supposed to come to life. Nobody was supposed to know about it, but now I have to tell you since the one with the four prophesy is her.” “Who’s the one with it, mother?” He asked, his palm became sweaty while waiting for his mother’s reply. “It’s her.” She whispered, with her eyes widely opened. He could see fear and disbelief in her eyes like she wasn’t okay with the person with the prophecy and at the same time she was scared. “Who, mother?” He dragged. “Andrea Carlson, daughter of Alpha Malcolm and Luna Louisiana.” His eyes widened. “What the hell!” ***** More secrets to be unveiled. Want to know how Andrea is the Alpha’s daughter? or how sh

“It’s fine. Let him go.” I reluctantly released him. Mikeal stumbled, back coughing, his face red with fury and humiliation. “How dare you touch me,” he spat at me between coughs. “I’m the future Alpha of this pa...” “Actually,” Brianna interrupted, her voice deceptively light as she leaned even deeper into her seat. "I don’t think you've met Aegis” She turned her gaze to him. “This is Aegis, my daughter. And my Heir.”

The truth did not descend gently. It clicked into place with the finality of a locking bolt, a seismic realignment of every fact of her existence. The air in the mirrored hall seemed to thicken, pressing in on Luna as the magnitude of the words settled into her bones. Daughter of the Alpha King. The lost heir. Not a mistake. Not an accident of birth. A legacy.

She mentioned her admiration for the area's beauty and how it had given her some ideas for their gardens at home. Then, my mother told me about the Alpha's daughter, Tori, and how much she admired her. Tori was a descendant of the Zahara bloodline and a true healer like her grandmother. My mother was taken with her and wanted me to meet her. I was surprised to hear she was the same healer supposed to come to Hidden Valley to heal me. She had been missing for seventeen years, and the Alpha had only recently reunited with her.

Two hours later, Blackwood's only seer, old and blind, the only one who could read the divination stone, shuffled into the cave, leaning on someone for support. He trembling placed a newly inscribed stone fragment in front of Mitchell. "Great Alpha, this is what you wished to know." The old seer’s voice was barely a whisper. "The Alpha of that Nightshade pack, he did indeed have a daughter. Raised as a weapon from childhood, skilled in disguise and seduction, to be sent into other strong packs as a spy." "When his daughter came of age, the Nightshade Alpha planned to use her for gain, even making her pretend to be the lowliest Omega. There's some hidden information about her on here, Alpha,

Memories resurfaced as he recalled the former Alpha and his daughter, both lost in tragic circumstances. "Wasn't the Alpha's daughter killed along with him?" Higgins recalled the memory, a flicker of curiosity igniting within him. Astoria began to rise and sober up. "I am Astoria Nefario, the rightful next in line to the former Alpha of the Nefario pack. His only descendant that he hid..." She revealed her true identity, her voice filled with determination. But Higgins remained unmoved, even if she were to reveal herself the Luna of the pack.

"You're the missing daughter of Alpha Alexander Stone from Silver Moon Pack. You were kidnapped as a baby. You're not just Alpha-born—you're the firstborn heir to one of the most powerful bloodlines in our world." The room spins. I'm not an omega. I'm not even a regular pack member. I'm an Alpha's daughter. Everything I thought I knew about myself is a lie. "How is that possible?" I whisper. "I don't know," Amos says. "But we're going to find out. And Mira?" He takes my hand gently. "This changes everything."

She sneered, sending me a heated stare, “A disfigured, wolfless, petty omega, claiming herself as the Alpha's daughter—hahaha…” Her flatterers joined her in the laugh, and she stepped toward me, eyeing me again. "You must be new to this pack, so you should know who I am. I am the Alpha's daughter," she demanded. What the fuck?! Shocked, I stared at the girl in disbelief. “I am the heiress of the Ebbon Moon Clan!” she said arrogantly. “And all of you must kneel before me!” she announced proudly. “Now, both of you, submit.” Her words hit my ears, and I felt as if my ears were bleeding from her lies.

The old prophecies were dead, shattered by the reality of a modern, complex world that demanded more than just a fighting Alpha. "Then the prophecies were simply incomplete," I agreed. "The Continental Alpha reigns, but he does so only with the Continental Luna." A final, quiet event marked the beginning of this new era. In the following weeks, as the spring thaw began, Olivia gave birth. The birth was intense, infused with the stable, powerful elemental light she now commanded. We named our daughter Aelia meaning Sun or Light a potent symbol of the peace, stability, and future we had fought so desperately to secure. She was immediately recognized as the heir of Silvermoon, born not in a tim