Michelle Wolf Daughter Novels & Stories

I gave her another pancake, watching as she attacked it with typical toddler enthusiasm. My phone rang. Unknown number. I almost didn't answer, but something made me pick up. "Hello?" "Luna Hailey? This is Alpha Michelle from the Desert Canyon Pack. I'm calling about a situation. We have a young wolf in our territory. Fifteen years old. Parents died in a car accident. She's alone and we can't locate any other family." "I'm sorry to hear that. How can I help?" "She's mixed heritage. Human mother, werewolf father. She's struggling with her identity. With fitting into either world. I heard about your daughter and thought maybe you could talk to her? Help her see that being both isn't being neit

A bond had grown between us that even rivalled mine and Katherine's. Bowing my head, I folded my hand over Sonja's. A sigh broke my lips and I lit the cigarette hanging between my lips. They were worried. So was I. But not just for my daughter. What Twila had said struck a cord within me. I had wolves amongst me. Mortal wolves that would one day die. I could lose half of them in the span of a few years whilst the rest of us lived on. Sophie would perish alongside them. If Katharine could gain control of herself. If Levi could help her, maybe I could save my family. Save the women whom I have cherished most of my life.

"Because... She might be dying and I don't know how to stop it. That's why I came here." I could tell that the elders were having a conversation amongst themselves. "The girl is not from our pack." Someone from behind me commented. "No." The elders waited for me to continue. Ooh, this was a bad idea. "My mate is Mina Wolf." No reaction. "Haden Wolf's daughter." I added. That got a reaction out of them. I could see their eyes jumping to each other, comunicating amongst themselves. A few minutes pass by before someone to my right spoke.

It was hard to imagine that the woman who lived here had once handled millions of dollars of dirty money for a criminal empire. Yelena Petrov sat in a worn armchair, her hands clasped in her lap, her eyes fixed on Raven. She was old, older than Raven had expected. Her hair was gray, her skin paper thin, her body frail. But her eyes were sharp. She had not lost her mind. "You are Marcus Wolfe's daughter," Yelena said. "Yes." "I knew your father. A long time ago. He was a good man." "He is dead." "I know." Yelena looked down at her hands. "I am sorry."

If Wolf allows her to go, she will have to face Katrina and our father one day. They will kill her daughter to make her talk about everything that she has done for us. “ Will you look after her? ” Melania questions Wolf. Wolf nods his head almost instantly. She is talking about her daughter, I know. “ Thank you.” With a snap, Melania’s head twists to the right. My heart skips a beat. I feel sick to my stomach for a brief moment. But, then everything goes back to the usual. Cold and Empty. Melania’s lifeless body hits the ground with a loud thud. I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath.

I stood tall in my wolf form, lifted my head, and linked them with a voice laced with power and memory. “I am the daughter of Kevin Westwood. Your loyalty should lie with me.” Some paused, ears flicking. They’d heard it. Austin had called me Michelle. They knew something didn’t add up. Edmond had admitted it. One of them growled low, hesitant. “You heard Austin,” I pushed, “call me by my mother’s name—Michelle Westwood. You heard Edmond. I didn’t die. I was hidden. If you let Edmond Bruce collar me, I will die, and with me, the true Westwood bloodline ends.”

"Hmm, entertain me. Fire it away." "Michelle Finley, 28 years old, migrated to Milan six years ago. Her flower shop, which she named after her daughter, was known in Brera. She has a daughter whose name is Marsha, a 5-year-old girl who goes to the Brera Kindergarten school. She was never seen with other men except with Jose Bianchi, a businessman whose relationship with her hasn’t been confirmed yet. But they seemed very close," informed by the private investigator. "How about her daughter’s father?"

my father whispers resting his arm over me as I hold my bump. “It still didn’t stop him,” I whimper while rolling over and burying my face in his side. “I know Little Wolf, don’t blame anyone but him, you didn’t ask for this,” Daddy softly growls trying to mask his anger so he can comfort me. “I don’t understand why Michelle was involved, isn’t she supposed to be like Valery and Nikki?” I ask after a moment remembering her starting the whole thing helping set the trap. “She has had some problems growing up, with a mother like Laura she doesn’t know what it’s like to feel like she belongs which is devastating for our kind. She made a bad decision and huge mistake,” my father answers while bru

She hadn’t answered when Zeke came forward and stood in front of her and her father. “Ezekiel Michelson,” he said as he extended his hand. “Future Alpha of the Blood Moon pack. Your daughter is my... She lives in my house.” She felt the temperature drop when Zeke said those words, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. Her father was predictable. “You three boys live with my daughter?” Alpha Roland said calmly. “Um...” Zeke was the scariest wolf she had ever met, but at that moment, he was just a guy meeting his girl’s dad for the first time.

Taking a seat next to her. “What were you and my father talking about?” Asking Aspen, raising one eyebrow. “You will see in a few minutes.” He smiled at me and drew his attention to Kylo. “Welcome everyone. I just want to give a few thanks to our brave soldiers that went with me into battle. Thank the gods no one was badly injured, or worse killed. I salute you.” Kylo said while raising his wine glass. “Here! Here!” Everyone around the table yelled together. “Now. My daughter, Mia. You have officially become a wolf. One of the strongest ones ever. We wish you all the best and to use your powers wisely.” He cheered for me.