Novel & Cerita Alpha's Abandoned Daughter Is The Secret Heiress!

Mr Hemsworth tug his wife in a hug and telling her to calm down. "She is just unconscious. What I am about to tell can help you change and save her life. Your daughter is a destined Luna of an Alpha and as I watched her other mark. I can see that the only Alpha responsible for this is the ruthless Alpha- the way he marked her screams for posession.... the two listens to her attentively. ...Kyro. He is the nearest Alpha residing at the next kingdom. I saw your daughter running in the forest. That forest...is within Alpha Kyro's territory."

"She looks like a stray. Did you pick her up from the gutter to entertain the council?" “How dare you?!” Asher stopped, his aura flaring with a sudden, suffocating pressure that made the air vibrate. "This is Nilah," he said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low rumble. "The eldest daughter of the Alpha. The true heir of the Serene Moon."

Now I was confused. “Alpha Alrick has a daughter, and he's going to name her as the next Alpha of the Moon Crest Pack,” Dad explained. Now, I was surprised. An heiress? There were not many heiresses. Heck, there was never any heiress in the history of werewolves. This heiress would be the first. Now that I think about it, I heard a rumor of a powerful female Alpha-in-line three years ago. She was supposed to take the position of the Alpha, but she declined and disappeared for reasons unknown.

“If you have thick eyebrows and naturally curly hair, please call the number at the bottom of the screen. You could be Alberta Wilson, the heiress of dying billionaire Alex Wilson.” “You should call the number, Daisy.” Cecilia tugged on a lock of my wild, unruly hair. “Maybe this is your real family.” Andrea let out a whoop of mocking laughter that made me cringe. “Daisy ... a missing heiress!” Andrea laughed again. “Alex Wilson is the leader of The United Association of Alphas.” She rolled her eyes. “No way is Daisy an Alpha.” “Sweetheart, stop it.” Cecilia winked at her daughter. “There’s no way to know if Daisy has Alpha blood before her first shift on her eighteenth birthday.”

“You have nothing, Bella. You have nothing now that you didn't have before we walked through those doors.” He let go of my neck. I pulled in a breath and put my hand to my throat. It was warm, tender, the skin there registering the shape of his fingers already. I looked at him across the carriage and felt something hot and unyielding settle in my chest. “I am the daughter of an Alpha,” I said. My voice came out steady which surprised me. "I am Blackthron's heiress. I don't need to perform for anyone's attention, I don't need to cry and scheme for scraps of notice. I am not an attention seeker. I never have been.”

“I know you got my letters. I know you didn’t read them.” I didn’t read them. I burned them. I watched the paper curl in my kitchen sink and felt absolutely nothing. I have been feeling nothing about Richard Hale since I was twelve years old, kneeling beside my mother’s bed, watching her die while he stood in the doorway and calculated how quickly he could bury his wife and get back to his pack. Richard Hale is the Alpha of Iron Ridge, Silver Moon’s blood enemy for three generations. And his only daughter grew up and got herself bonded to the enemy’s son.

“We all know the Alpha is heirless. He’s tried with so many women, but nothing. Recently, he invited a witch. She prepared a spell for him, a potion. The woman who drinks it and sleeps with him will get pregnant. It’s a one-time use only.” My mind raced as I processed his words. “What woman?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “The Alpha’s sister is supposed to prepare a virgin for him. The potion is the key. It’s how the Alpha will recognize her.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The man who had destroyed my pack, murdered my parents, and sold me into slavery was going to get a chance at an heir. I had to stop it. I wouldn’t let it happen. I took action immediately. Stealing th

His nostrils flared, drinking in her scent—the rosemary and the fear, and the underlying sweetness that belonged only to him. "You are the mother of my son," he growled, his thumb brushing against her jawline. The touch was electric, sending shivers racing down her spine. "That makes you mine. Whether you like it or not." "I am not a piece of property, Silas." "In this territory, everything belongs to the Alpha," he said, his voice dropping to a rasp. He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "You think you can just come here, take my medicine, and slip away into the night again? No. You’ve brought the heir home. Now, you’ll stay and play the part."

His voice is final, an Alpha’s decree. My chest seizes. “You don’t get to decide—” He slams his fist onto the table, wood splintering. Kaelion startles, pressing into me. Kaelen’s voice roars like thunder. “He is my son! My heir! And I will not let him out of my sight again!” I rise slowly, clutching Kaelion close, my own wolf snarling in defiance. “And I will not let you destroy him the way you destroyed me.”

"He left this with Alpha Donovan to give to me if the worst happened. I've carried it ever since, waiting for the right moment to fulfill his last request." With trembling fingers, I accepted the envelope. My name was written on the front in my father's distinctive handwriting—not my childhood nickname, but my full title: "For Marabelle Daisy Graystone, Alpha Heir." "You've never opened it?” I asked looking at the age envelope still sealed with our pack seal intact. “Thank you, Jacob.” "I couldn't," Jacob said softly. "It was meant for you alone." I stared at the envelope, its weight seeming far greater than the paper it was made of. My father's last words to me, preserved all these years, a