Novel & Cerita Alpha's Unvalued Daughter

“Your stepfather is only trying to help you, Val. He’s looking out for you. He wants you to be secure and frankly, I won’t be able to rest easy until I see you date someone else, someone outside this household to keep you… occupied.” “He’s not helping me, Mom, can’t you see? He’s selling me off to the highest bidder. In exchange for some pack Alliance and whatever. I am your daughter, mom… your only child, would you just sit there and watch this happen?” “Don’t be dramatic,” she set the book aside and looked at me, stifling a sigh. “Alpha Reynolds is a family friend and I’m sure his son is a perfect young man. Handsome, educated…”

Once we got back down, we were back to being shunned for my mother’s choices. What would she think of me now? Once I reached the packhouse, I shifted back into my human form before demanding a set of clothes. An omega provided some, and I followed my nose to the office of the alpa of this pack. Alpha Aeryn Omari, the stolen alpha. The famous daughter of the Iron Alpha and the granddaughter of the ruthless Alpha Osiris. I had studied their family and had been eager to work with them. But instead they had shown me the discourtesy of sending their daughter to assist me. Their barely-of-age teenage daughter stared at me with such insolence during our video calls.

“Drink this.” Ana took the medicine, falling silent as Aliana leaned her head on her chest, breathing a sigh of relief. Leaning on her chest, Ana opened up, weakly coughing, “Mommy.. I’m almost dying. Don’t worry about the punishment anymore. I be okay. Don’t chain yourself to someone who won’t value you even as a mate.” Her voice was soft, too soft. It made Aliana thoughts go completely blank at the word of ‘death’ from her daughter mouth. Her heart clenched, as she trembled, forcing herself to not break down.

"And no one should have to go through what you have. From what my son has told me, you have been through much in your young life. Yet you have grown to be a kind and caring person. I'm sure your uncle and your family would agree. We are humbled that you would choose us in your time of need." "She's not kidding," Tyler says as he holds out a cup of tea for Lia. Colette pats Lia's hand gently before releasing it so she can accept the cup. The Luna smiles at her son's etiquette. Serving their guest first as he was raised to do. A compassionate alpha that gives love freely and is loved in return was all she ever wanted for him. And he was proving to be that and more. If her son could navigate th

“I thought you were done with this. With wolves. With pack politics. With all of it.” “I am done with it.” “Then why are you letting that little girl drag you back?” She downed the scotch in one swallow. “With her silly problems? Her dramatics? She shows up here and suddenly you’re playing Alpha again? Training her? What’s next, Alexander?” “Nobody’s dragging me back into anything.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. “I’m helping her the only way I know how instead of watching her suffer.” “Suffer?” Vivian’s smile turned cruel. She poured another drink. “She’s twenty years old with a roof over her head and someone cooking her meals. What exactly is she suffering from?”

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."

When it was over, when all that was left were glowing embers and ash, the Alpha stepped forward again and turned to me. His voice cut through the night, sharp as a blade. “Darius was a loyal Beta,” he started and paused as his eyes found mine. Cold. Unforgiving. “But his daughter…” He let the words hang, his lip curling. “Wolf-less. Worthless. She carries none of his strength, none of his honor.” The words hit like a blow. The crowd shifted, whispers hissing through the air. “She’s dead weight.” “She should have been taken by the rogues instead.”

He says with an air of finality. I sit with that for a moment and ask the question that has been on my mind since this conversation started. “If they betrayed this pack then why did you keep me? Their daughter.” Alpha Godric blinks. I catch it even though it’s barely a flicker of an emotion. Years of learning to read people who don’t want me around has made me good at catching the things people don’t want to show. I know there’s something he’s not telling me. Something he is still hiding.

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.’

She was quiet for a long moment and then she said, "My father was an Alpha. My mother died giving birth to me and Thor." I stopped walking. "You're an Alpha's daughter?" "Was." She looked at me and her eyes were sad. "My father was assassinated five years ago. Right there on his throne. There was a coup and his enemies took over the territory and Thor and I had to run." "I'm so sorry." "It was like falling from grace, you know? One day I was a sheltered princess and the next I was a nobody. Didn't know where our next meal would come from. Didn't know if we'd survive the next day."