Michelle Wolf Daughter Novels & Stories

"What did they tell you?" Lucifer clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening. "They showed me a video of the night our family was killed. It was... brutal. They told me that a man, a werewolf, was responsible. He killed our two sisters, our parents and our brother. After that night, his wolf died, and he fled. He married and had a daughter before he and his wife died." Mikhail's heart pounded in his chest. "Who is this daughter?" Lucifer's voice was cold as ice. "April Lopez. Her father is the man who killed our family."

It was fast, efficient, and silent. A second wolf, smaller, leaner, and moving with an almost balletic grace, slammed into the back of the gray wolf's knees. The gray wolf roared in surprise and pain, tumbling to the ground. The smaller, black wolf looked up at me. Its eyes were amber—the color of Rian's shifting wolf. But this wolf was not Rian. It gave a single, sharp bark—a command, not a snarl. It was Zara. Zev's twin sister. Rian's loyalist.

“They were the last Alpha and Luna Redwolf had before the massacre twenty-one years ago.” I barely heard him. My eyes were still locked on the girl. “Who is this?” I asked, my voice coming out thinner than I intended as I pointed toward her. “That’s Jennifer Redwolf, their daughter,” he replied. My hands froze. The air around me seemed to still, thick and suffocating. “Their… daughter?” I repeated, the words tasting strange on my tongue. “Yes,” Dax said. “She died during the massacre.” Died. The word echoed in my head, hollow and heavy.

I feel the mic being pulled from my hand but I’m so frozen in fear that I can’t seem to turn to see who took it from me. “This is Alpha Rusty of the Winter Pack, was my daughter's wolf a pure white wolf or were there patches of other colours?” I have no idea why her wolf colour is so important, but I’m in such a state of shock that I don’t have it in me to face Rusty, let alone take the mic back. “Erm, alright, erm, she was pure white and the scent in the kitchen makes me think the pup has winter wolf in him too.” Those words from my father pull me out of my state of shock. I grab the mic off Rusty and press the little button.

Zoriana asked. Lila’s face hardened instantly, her joyful mood vanishing like a snuffed candle. “No. I am the daughter of the Howling Wolf Beta couple,” she said, her voice laced with a bitter sorrow. “But after their daughter served as a rogue leader’s plaything, my parents didn’t want me back. Alpha Tristan was kind enough to offer me a place to stay here instead.” Zoriana felt a pang of guilt for digging into the woman’s trauma, but she couldn’t stop now. She had to know the truth.

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

"Amazing. I can’t mind link you, new girl. It seems like you haven’t fully unlocked your wolf." "T—That’s what my aunt told me too..." "Exciting," she said meaningfully. This girl was a bit straightforward and obviously playful. I recalled what my Aunt Alice told me a couple of days ago; that a Beta was the second powerful werewolf in the pack, next to the Alpha, who was the leader. It only means that Mikhaela belonged to a highly ranked family. Meanwhile, the Finleys—our family—were part of the warrior wolves. We were an average family who served the pack when needed. It was odd that the Beta’s daughter wanted me to become her new friend.

"You have cast doubt on my character, my position, and my lineage. You have challenged my power. You have insulted me and done harm, hindering my pursuit of better for my family and pack. I am formally offended. As the sun sets, darkness follows, and the moon will rise. " Gasps filtered up from the crowd. A lot of people looked confused, but I knew that Alpha Shadow, as a witch and probably someone who knew enough about werewolf history, wouldn't be. He seemed stunned, shocked that I had enough knowledge to initiate this challenge: a witch challenge under the guise of a werewolf challenge. "I, Alpha Grace Michelle Wolfe of Mooncrest, daughter of the Wolfe line heralded by the moon's cresting

He so much protects his daughters. I say nothing to him until he begin to walk back through the staircase. “ Hey, Noah do you hate dad that much?” Her low sad tone hits my heart hard a bit. “ Hey my precious Michelle, you know you are still young right?” She nods. “ Yeah, so there are some things you might not understand now.” I rub the front of her hair. They are so soft like that of a baby. Anyway, she’s still so young. Michelle is seven years old.

Mikel Sterling, the man who divorced me in the hospital, had a bedroom ready for the daughter he'd given up. My assistant buzzed again. "Mrs. Romano? Lucas is here to see you. Says it's urgent." Lucas came in with his phone out, looking like things had just gotten worse. "Bella, you need to see this," he said, handing me his phone. It was a local news site with a headline that made me freeze: "TECH MOGUL'S SECRET DAUGHTER: MIKEL STERLING'S FIVE-YEAR SEARCH FOR MISSING CHILD."