Ash And Serena Daughter Novels & Stories

That way, the two of them were the only ones inheriting all of the shares. "I didn't want to do this, but Father has left me with no other choice," Ambrose said. "Serena is my daughter. I'll do whatever it takes to protect her, even if it costs me my life." "I'm afraid I can't agree with you on that, Ambrose. I think Father did no wrong in this matter," Winston declared. Bernard chimed in, "Despite being a member of the Landon family, Serena not only went behind our backs and hooked up with some random man, but she also fired a gun right here in front of us, hurting one of her own cousins! Doesn't she deserve to be punished?"

SERENA POV “I want nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with you.” I said coldly. “I withdraw and dismiss any bond or relationship between us. May the Goddess bear witness as I, Serena Blackwood, daughter of Alpha Asher Blackwood of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject Jayden as my mate and sever a bond that was never meant to be.” The moment the words left my mouth, something inside me cracked, sharp and irreversible. My chest tightened, breath catching painfully as if my body itself rejected what I had done.

"Why didn't you die on that mountain? Why did you come back? If you were dead, Aunt Serena could be my real mom." My blood went cold. "What... what did you just say?" Damon finally moved. He walked over and pulled Asher away from Serena. "Is that how you talk to your mother?" Serena pulled Asher to her side. "He was just protecting me. If you want to blame someone, blame me." She took Asher's hand and left in a huff. Damon rubbed his forehead, looking helpless. "She's just got a temper. Don't take it personally. Let me go calm her down."

—Are you all right, boy, do you look a little pale? —Yes, I'm fine, I just... I mistook your daughter for my girlfriend. My father was not pleased to hear that as he made a gesture of displeasure. —She is Serena Elizabeth Hernandez, and you... you look a little big for a girlfriend of this age, don't you think? —No, no... I didn't mean that... it's just that, she passed away and... she looked like that when she was.

But Luca hadn’t even looked at her. Not once. And now? Now the headlines were everywhere. Now her phone was full of reporters, leaked images, viral speculation, and family. Her family. Who hated Asher more than she ever could. “You’re crying over him?” Her mother’s voice snapped through the open door, sharp as glass. “That boy has done nothing but ruin everything since the day he was born.” “He’s your son,” Serena snapped, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. “And still a disgrace,” said her father as he walked into the room, throwing a newspaper onto her lap. The headline:

“She’s not in any public record connected to Valek Global. We found it through a secondary source.” I held Raymond’s gaze and felt something move through me that I was not going to name in this room or any other room, something that lived at the intersection of calculation and something older and less disciplined that I had spent considerable effort keeping below the surface. A daughter. Eight years ago Serena had been quietly hoping for another child. She had mentioned it once, carefully, in that way she had of testing the temperature of my interest before fully committing to a want. I had changed the subject. Now she had a daughter.

Pack members came to offer condolences, leaving tokens and gifts, though each gesture felt like a reminder of Serena’s absence rather than a balm to their grief. Serena’s sisters, **Elara** and **Maeve**, were inconsolable. Elara, always fiery and bold, struggled to contain her anger and took to the training grounds pushing herself to exhaustion as if she could channel her pain into strength. Her eyes constantly scanned the horizon, waiting for any sign of her sister’s return. Maeve, quieter and gentler, retreated into herself, her eyes dull with sorrow withdrew entirely, a shadow of her former self, her bright laughter replaced by a haunting silence. The loss of her older sister took a toll

Five years ago, Sera Delaney vanished from Damon Blackwood's life, leaving behind a one-line letter and a wound that never healed. When her gallery fails and desperation drives her back into the workforce, Sera walks into the interview and finds Damon Blackwood behind the desk….. He doesn't recognize her, or so he pretends. Damon Blackwood has spent five years building an empire on the bones of her betrayal. Vowing to trust no one, especially not the woman who betrayed him, he became Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. When the woman who disappeared from his life walks back into his building, he does the only thing that makes sense to him. He hires her to work for six months as his perso

Not because of his words, but because of how naturally he said them. Rosalyn quickly cleared her throat, trying to smooth the awkwardness. “Melania, let me introduce you properly,” she said with a strained smile. “This is Lady Serena Ashford. Daughter of Alpha Victor Ashford.” The woman smiled elegantly and extended her hand toward me. “It’s lovely finally meeting you, Luna Melania.” I returned the handshake politely. “The pleasure is mine. But let me correct you here, it's Alpha Melania. Not Luna Melania.” I corrected her while still holding the smile on my face.

The fire whispered, a lullaby of rage and power, promising that this was only the beginning. Serena stepped back, blending into the shadow of the nearest oak. Damien’s figure loomed on the horizon, a distant, unknowable force—her future tether, a reminder of what had been stolen, a challenge to reclaim. Lucia, rattled, stumbled to regain composure, but Serena did not give her the satisfaction of immediate recognition. She was the unseen storm now, the living ember that refused to die.