Novel & Cerita Monster Duke's Daughter

It was almost two minutes before he uttered another word. "Despicable. That is impossible. I used to be the Dragon Lord but now, I am the Dragon King. I don't have a child, which means, no heir. My wife died on the night of our wedding. Indeed, I loved Matilda and wanted to marry her but my parents disapproved when they found out she was a witch. She never used her powers to hurt anyone but was rather good to all, using her powers to heal and restore Dragons like you just did. Of course, Dragons will heal on their own but it made it twice faster. I could never be your father." I was nonplussed when he finished speaking. My mother was indeed a witch and she also clearly said my father was the

But Richards next word of having a daughter froze him , like every other member of the pack . " Dau...daughter ?" Marcus was unsure . " Yes , a daughter .A daughter is finally born in Blue moon pack .Aint the pillars of pack melting ?" Richard mocked . Marcus hated his guts .But today nor he or Fire were in no mood to fight . His heart was filled in enthusiasm as a sudden way of joy followed through his vein as he took his daughter in his shivering arms .

The full moon above called to something ancient in her soul— She jerked back from the balcony, gasping. The world snapped into focus. The wolf was gone, shoved down again. But the memory stayed—raw and real. The potion worked, but now she knew what it was killing inside her. Duke Malven watched, unmoved. "There. That's my daughter. Cold. Controlled. A weapon I sharpened. Not some snarling beast." He looked at her with pure satisfaction. "That's what you are." Her own voice sounded distant to her ears. “What am I, truly?”

"That's because Moon Goddess wrote her destiny. The seer told me she's in hiding and nobody outside of the pack has ever seen her. Not even her own parents have ever told about her to anyone. But he told me something else too. " My focus shifted back at him and his eyes bore into mine for more than a minute. Alpha Dante wrapped his arms around me and I snuggled in his chest. "What's that? " Alpha Dante asked, his chest vibrated against my ear. "Their daughter is a very special wolf. The one who can make her mate mortal. She carries abundance of power within her. Only she can win over Dominic and Astrid. She's kissed by Moon goddess and is known as her daughter! "

I asked and pointed to the woman anchored to the man I had been staring at. "Ow she's Anastasia Valdemore, a vampire. Daughter of Duke Francisco Valdemore of Crimson Valley. She's part of the royal section too. She's dead over heels to Prince Daemon. She keeps on clingging to the prince like a leech and she's also prince daemon's fiancee but the prince doesn't feel the same way coz many rumors are spreading that the prince already found his beloved" Cheska said. I looked at them again, my eyebrows arched when i saw the prince looking at me again. I looked away and continued eating.

"Hello, my little prince. I'm your mommy.." But I think it's better this way. At least, with the similar features, no one can ever deny that my child is indeed Duke's only son. No one would ever question him being the son of the Lycan Queen to her husband despite disappearing for nearly a year. When he opened his eyes again while still holding my finger, I felt something in his grip and it tightened even more. I glanced at how he held me. "A very special prince." Tricia mumbled beside me.

“Mork?” “Mork?” Denver stared at her as though he was trying to remember who had that name. “No, no, not Mork. Definitely not him. Although he has been missing since Rhea’s disappearance. I have good reason to suspect that he is in league with Rhea now but that’s none of my my business. Ghost wants the daughter of the Alpha Ferran.” “The Alpha of the Ice Wolves Pack has a daughter?” Syke frowned. “Yes he does like I just said,” Denver nodded. “And she is Ghost’s primary target now. Word has it that she is in the company of Xavier and his werewolves. Ghost wants her.”

my daughter’s face, my daughter’s eyes. “Mama… he hurts.” The toys around her began to bleed. Kael’s stuffed wolf shrieked like an animal being slaughtered. The floor turned into black water as a thousand pale hands reached from beneath the carpet. “Mama, help us.” “STOP IT!” I screamed. Draco appeared in the nursery doorway, hands in his pockets, smiling like a man who had already won. “I can take them,” he whispered. “I can carry the burden you fear. I can mold them into gods. Your daughter could become a queen of nations. Your unborn child—”

Lyanna said without turning. "I know exactly what you meant," Meredith said. Damoew was looking at his daughter with the expression he'd worn in the valley pass the night before the battle—measuring, steady, deciding what the terrain required. "I'll find someone," he said. "I know someone," Lyanna said. "Of course you do," Damoew said. The yard was recovering—people moving again, voices starting up, the moment absorbed and filed. This was their Alpha Supreme's daughter. They'd known she carried something unusual. Now they'd seen it.

“He’s the laughingstock of his pack now.” My father looked at me for a long moment, then sat back down. After a while, he said, very quietly and very firmly, “No one will ever treat you that way again.” Then he met my eyes. “You are the daughter of the Northern Direwolf Dominion.” “Anyone who comes for you comes for all of us.” I nodded, and tears filled my eyes again. But these were not the tears I had cried in Blackthorn. These came from relief. From being wanted. From finally knowing I belonged somewhere.