Alphas Daughter Novels & Stories

He questioned, his tone a bit distant. “Because it is of importance for me to know.” He frowned for a moment before cackling dryly. “If you must know. She is the daughter of the late Alpha Lucas.” “What? The one who killed her parents?” “Yes. That one. Now that you know, can we get on to today’s meeting? I thought we were supposed to have a resolution on whose land it is.”

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.

~Daphne~ ‘’Alpha!’’ My mother bowed her head as she greeted him. ‘’wha?...what brings you to my home?’’ Alpha Dane pushed me towards her. ‘’your whore of a daughter is pregnant, and she wouldn’t tell me who the child belonged to. If you care about your daughter, then tell her to confess to her sin right now!’’

The Alphas’ families knew one another—hence it wasn't hard figuring out who it was. Alice Tamara of Lakes is yet to welcome a baby. Luna Camfrey is said to have a daughter out of marriage, so it can't be her. That leaves only one… Alpha Timberlake of Galateo, your father's worst nightmare, has two daughters—the only one in the realm with a second daughter. Alan felt his stomach churn and his heart drop. To others, all it had to take was love, but to him, he knew he could never get the woman he loved—not when their fathers hated the guts of each other.

And as if Ivy heard me and recognised her name, she stirred, a soft coo escaped her lips. Lucian and Irene's Ivy. Lucian held Ivy high, very careful with the way he handled her. He spoke in the same authoritative voice of an Alpha. “I welcome you all to this gathering. We are here to announce the birth of our daughter.” He declared. “This is Icy Lucille Frey, the daughter of Quick River Pack Alpha. A child that is born of the Alpha blood, born of strength and love.” A chorus not too loud broke the arena. Ivy didn't stir, instead, she was as cool as ever. She would be used to the noise soon. This was going to be her home forever.

I felt energized a little by my wolf, and we got there in less than 2 hours. I desperately wanted to see my family, but I chose not to go there first. I didn't need anyone to tell me the mockery and scorn I'd face if I visited the pack mansion where they lived. At the pack’s gate, I encountered big and burly men whom I'd never seen before. They seemed oblivious when I mentioned being Alpha Williams' daughter. Didn't they recognize their Alpha anymore? After pleading extensively and assuring them I wasn't a spy, they reluctantly let me in.

"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.

I entered the hall where several she-wolves were preparing to receive the pups for another day. “Good morning, ladies.” I said, and they all turned toward me. “Good morning, Alpha,” they answered in unison, the older ones stepping in front of the younger. “I need one of you.” Their eyes lit up. Being chosen by the Alpha was an honor. “As you know, I recently discovered I have a hybrid son, and his mother is staying within our pack until our doctors determine what is affecting the pup.” I noticed the expressions of some of them and memorized their faces. “This morning, another pack interfered with her deliveries. I need someone I can trust to stay close to her and my pup whenever I cannot. I

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."

I began, my voice even and measured, “There was once a pack. An Alpha and his Luna had two daughters. They had their first shift on the same day. To create a ‘perfect heir,’ they took the sacred potion that should have been split between them… and gave the entire dose to one daughter. The other one survived the agony of the shift all on her own.” The studio was so quiet I could hear the cameras whirring. I continued, “Later, during the harshest of the trials, a rabid bear charged at the ‘prodigy.’ It was the neglected daughter who threw herself in front of her sister, taking the full force of the attack. Her wounds were deep enough to show bone. But the victor’s crest, the roaring applause…