Novel & Cerita Alpha's Daughter

The Alpha’s gaze lingered on me, as if he could read every thought running through my head. “I know it’s hard to believe, given the circumstances... but she’s still one of us. She needs you,” he said, swallowing hard. “We finally brought her back. Finally...” There was pain and relief in his voice. “At what cost?” I asked, letting the anger mix with the hurt. “At what cost did we bring her back? I know it’s painful, I know seeing her alive makes us believe in the illusion that she’s still our girl, but she’s not. At the first chance, she’ll kill us and return to the kingdom. I know it’s hard to hear because she’s your daughter, but I’m being rational—she’s no longer the girl who once lived h

I shook my head. Dad smirked, "You will be the first female Alpha, Bella. And not only that, but you'll also be Queen. This is a huge leap forward for some of these old fashioned Lycans. If only they knew my daughter could rule better than their disrespectful sons." Dad shook his head as if he were speaking from personal experience. While I felt proud at his words, something struck me as odd. The way he said "disrespectful son's" made me think he had dealt with a few. I wondered if that had anything to do with me.

I watched my step-siblings stumble through their mistakes and be met with patience, with forgiveness, with love that asked nothing in return. They were protected simply for existing. I was the Alpha’s daughter by blood alone — in every other way, an outsider standing just past the edge of belonging. If my own father could look past my suffering, why would anyone else bother to see it? So today was never going to be an ordinary birthday. Today, before the sun went down, my wolf was supposed to wake.

He asked. “You can’t come between mates. The werewolf council will hang you. Alpha Ethan will rip you to shreds.” I insisted. “What the hell makes you think he wants to be mated to my daughter anyway? I’m doing you a favour.” He says. “He wants me dad. He is coming to get me.” I say. And his head snapped back at Alpha James and then back at me. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing that the ballroom is being prepped as we speak.” My father said in a scarily calm voice.

Alpha said as he forced the man to throw the knife. The knife flew straight in the middle of the girl's skull and she fell and died instantly in pool of her own blood. " Oh my God. You killed your daughter" Alpha spoke trying to act innocent. " Too bad I didn't get the taste of her young pussy. I'm sure I'd have enjoyed fucking this one" Alpha said as he walked back to his throne and saw the man crawl towards the body his daughter in shock. He still couldn't believe that the girl who lit up his whole world will be dead in his arms one day.

Rhoda sniffed, wiping off her tears. She walked out of the Alpha’s chambers, still sobbing. Her daughter was the only reason why she still had interest in living. Losing her was tearing her up slowly. Later that day, Alpha Kyle was having a meeting with the pack elders. They were seated at the conference hall. “My Alpha. It’s almost 6 months since we last got our freedom from the wicked Alpha Dane. I think it’s time Alpha Dane’s daughter gets introduced.” The first elder cleared his throat, and said.

"Now." The pair backed toward the door, the man's eyes never leaving mine. "The rogue Alpha sends his regards," he said softly. "He's been looking for the one that he had chosen to be his for a very long time. Especially after we tested the blood of the one that was dressed as Alpha Matthew and Luna Elena Graystone's daughter and sister of their Alpha Kenneth Arthur Graystone." The door chimed as they left, but the tension in the room remained, thick and suffocating.

His jaw was set in the way of a man who had made a decision and intended to keep it. Alira looked at the yard in front of them. A few wolves were moving through the morning routine, carrying supplies and talking in low voices. None of them looked at her directly. They rarely did. She was Roric Vael's daughter, and they hadn't forgotten it, even if they had stopped saying it out loud. "I just want to know what she was like," Alira said, her voice coming out low, but firm. "He never spoke about her. Not once. I grew up with nothing."

The weights weren't a handicap but a training tool she regularly employed to build strength and control. King Alexander watched with quiet pride mingled with concern. He recognised the cold calculation in his daughter's eyes, the same look Kailynn had worn when demonstrating why she was the most formidable female Alpha in the kingdom's history. The memory brought both comfort and pain. "She fights like her mother," he murmured to Phoebe, whose own expression had grown increasingly troubled. "Yes," Phoebe agreed softly. "But with your strategic mind." The combination was as impressive as it was intimidating.

“I promised I’d never leave him, and I did. I didn’t hear what he wanted to say. I knew if I did, even if he lied, I’d forgive him. So, I left before I changed my mind. Then I ended up here.” “Bella…” The familiar pain in my chest returned, and so did the burning bite of anger. I stretched my legs out and leaned back. “But what does it matter? I bet he’s really happy now that I’m gone. He may not even be looking for me. I don’t care. He has what he wants. I learned who I really am.” I gave out a small laugh. “Who does he think he is, anyway? I’m an Alpha too!” I said, turning to face him. “I’m your daughter. I’m of Alpha blood. I’m next in line as Alpha. He’s not the only one…”