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He pulled his phone out, and his large, scarred face had softened, his lips shifting from their grimace into a warm smile. “Look,” he’d said, his eyes melting at the corners. “This one, the eldest girl there, she’s my Poppy. We named her that because my mate and I were brought poppies as a baby shower gift, and we decided that it was just perfect. We live in a little cottage, down by the woods, and we have a small garden. We make sure the garden is always full of poppies.” I felt my eyes pricking with tears, but Bloodlust gave me no time to respond before he was showing me his next daughter.

He just shrugged it off and then sat down on the black couch and placed his feet comfortably on the coffee table. "Stop flirting with me, Qwas. Could you give it up? There is no way I would fail you." Heidi said between gritted teeth, even if she was smiling at Qwas. Her eyes were filled with annoyance for him. "Beryl, what's that?" Isla asked as she saw her daughter sitting on the couch as well, but she was scanning a set of books. It caught everyone's interest that they turned their head toward Beryl. The little girl raises her head before showing the book that she got as a present.

"We're sorry your daughter has been expelled, but you need to reflect on yourself for faking injuries and threatening the school. Now you've even lost your job… People like you who break the rules will be outcasts everywhere." Ms. Watson snorted, stepped forward, and leaned down, towering over my daughter. My daughter flinched, burying herself in my arms. "Bad upbringing leads to bad kids!" Ms. Watson whispered into my daughter's ear, her voice soft yet filled with malice. "Of course a morally corrupt mother wouldn't raise a good kid. You little liar." "Shut your mouth!" My face went red, and my fingers gripped the doorframe so tightly they hurt.

My jaw dropped. The girl… was the Alpha’s daughter.

I looked from him to the Beta, who was still smirking. “Marcus,” The Beta Mike started. “Your daughter has superseded you, her own father's training, the best warrior and fighter, the royal delta. She is strong and kicked my ass today. As you can see, her technique is flawless, and her wolf, well, her wolf speaks for itself.”

I raised an eyebrow turning around. “Oh really? This is the first I’m hearing of it.” I replied as I sat on the library couch. Opening the book I retrieved from the shelf. “Yes she is the daughter of an Alpha of a nearby pack. That party mom invited you too that you declined. That’s where she was. They seemed to get very cozy in the garden on their evening walk.” He said with a smirk. Waiting for my reaction, maybe hoping I would explode or scream. I hummed instead holding in the slight twinge of anger pulling in my chest.

Calla’s Daughter – POV She stood in a bookstore, five months later. Not the same one where she’d found River’s book. A new one. Bigger. Louder. Brighter. But the shelf held it still — that soft-spined copy, still nestled between memoirs and fragments. She smiled. Reached out. Not to buy it. Just to touch it again. A thank-you. An I-see-you. A beginning, one last time. Then she turned and walked away. This time, the story was her own.

“I suggest that you should just read it Alpha, so you could better understand.” I fell silent at his words. “Just how bad is it?” I asked and swallowed hard. Alek couldn’t answer my question for a long moment. “You are the Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack and Astrid is your daughter. Whatever you might find in this book, you are still the most powerful person that can protect Astrid,” Alek assured me, strengthening my confidence. With a nod, I proceeded to turn the pages of the book. I sat on my chair as I read through the pages carefully.

"Ok, come home tomorrow morning. We have to talk. I love you, little mouse. Never forget that your mother loves you and everything I do is for your happiness. "I don't understand the content of the message, but I'm glad it won't track the girl's cell phone. It would be very bad right now if Augusto Leal found out that his youngest daughter is sleeping in my bed, or not. I smile, looking down at the piece of forbidden meat wrapped like a goddamn gift on my mattress.The thought of making him wonder what his daughter and I are doing alone in a room makes me smile.

I gritted out trying to reign my anger, making my father raise an eyebrow. "Go on?" He said. "He has abused his half daughter." I let out in a very angry tone. Clenching my fists to try and control my anger. "Half daughter?" He asked with furrowed brows. Right, I forgot that no one knew about that. "Yes, half daughter. Lady Nyx is his half daughter. And he has been whipping her. Her back is so scared from it. It is Horrendous.*" I let out more anger than I had intended. My father raised his eyebrows in understanding.