Alpha's Unvalued Daughter Novels & Stories

I smile coldly at her and she steps back clearly recognizing her error and lapse of judgement. "I apologize my King, it seems that I lost my composure for a minute there " " apology accepted now get out " " do you really not want me? I am an Alpha's daughter, I'm beautiful " " yes, and what else? " " w-w-what do you mean? " " you said you're an Alpha's daughter and beautiful so I'm asking you what else are you besides that? surely you can't expect your status and looks to be the only thing a man values, if that is what you were taught then I'd most certainly need to have a few words with your parents about the morals and values they taught you pup "

Jay Voices spill from the living room just off from the grand staircase, screaming for my attention. I turn toward them and find Madison near the fireplace, with her arms wrapped around herself so tightly that it makes my chest burn obsessively. Her face is pale, her body trembles but she won’t back down through her sheer stubbornness alone. She's an Alpha’s daughter, her blood thick with determination and long line of legacy. I almost admire it.

“The magic doesn’t lie, Alpha.” A new image appeared in the flames—my childhood photograph with Alpha Nathan and Luna Daphne. The red hair and green eyes were unmistakable. The crowd was left open-mouthed again. “That’s right.” I met their stares. “The lost Moon heir, stolen as an infant. The girl you all sneered at and pitied? She’s the daughter of the most powerful Alpha in three territories.” “A convenient story,” Dominic growled. “Truth often is inconvenient,” I replied smoothly. “Especially for those who preferred me to be weak and controlled.”

Her step-sister had forged a letter from their father, loaded it with obvious, amateur military ciphers, and sent it directly to the most paranoid Alpha in the northern territories. Victoria hadn't just stolen her freedom; she was actively executing her from afar. "I... I didn't write this," Eva whispered, a fat, heavy tear spilling over her lashes and sizzling against her hot cheek. She looked up at Torin, her face twisted in an agony of pure, defenseless terror. "Alpha, please listen to me. I don't know what these numbers mean. I don't know anything about the southern ridge. I swear to you on my life, I have never seen these words before."

But anytime I stared at her for too long, something in my chest didn't just feel right. "I have been trying to have a moment with you, but each time I see you, you are always busy with work." She was staring at me with interest, and I already felt bad for her. "You do not have a Beta, why?" Of course that was a very logical question. Why would an Alpha not have a Beta? "I don't have anyone. Yet." She frowned. "The previous Beta don't have any children?" "I killed the previous Beta. And I don't want his children. I don't trust them." Actually, I didn't trust anyone, and that was the reason I still didn't have a Beta.

It seems they had felt that the moon mother would bring me home, no mother could sacrifice so much and the moon mother willingly take the child to. The younger ones shook my hand they were not so effected and simply said how glad they were that I was found. They also had a lot to say about the West and how they were going to pay in blood for what they had done. It seems it was the West who has been trying to take my pack over, but no one who challenged my Beta has been able to win against him. That’s the only way you get into the Alpha position is by fighting sometimes to the death if the looser doesn’t yield. My Beta was left he walked onto the porch and his eyes shot to Alec’s and then his

I feel it bloom through me as I adjust my stance head up as I walk more purposfully through the crowds. “She’s back,” someone whispers. “She’s alive,” another murmurs. I keep putting one foot in front of the other. Erin looks back at me with a smile and Asher squuezes me hand to keep me moving forward. “Mommy, who’s that? She’s pretty,” I hear a little girl say, her voice sweet and curious. “Hush,” her mother replies in a whisper. “That’s the lost Alpha’s daughter.” A small smile tugs at my lips. For the first time in years, I feel it.

"What's wrong with you sisters? You think I don't know that you helped her run away? Now look what you have done? What were you thinking posted that thing? Now everyone knows it. You've brought shame on the family and the pack." "I didn't post it. and I've done nothing wrong. What kind of alpha you are selling your own daughter like a prostitute? " Another slap before I finished my sentence. Blood trickled out of the corner of my mouth. I raised my head to look my father in the eyes. "What? Now hitting me makes you feel like a man? A weak alpha who can only abuse his own daughter?" I said coldly. "You! How dare you talk to me like this? " My father raised his hand again but was stopped by my

Lauren blurted out and I let the silence envelope us first. "Like I said, Lauren. None of you would understand but I need to do this," I said and my voice became firmer than I thought was possible. "Because I need to feel like I'm worth something, not just as the Alpha’s daughter, but as a warrior. And Elvis’s pack is the only one offering me that chance right now." Lucia folded her arms, smiling mischievously. I couldn't tell what was running through her mind. "So, you are running away from home,” Lucia fired.

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.