My Alphas Wolfless Daughter Novelas e Histórias

Of course, he could never tell anyone that I was the only living witness to the murder of my mother or that I was his daughter, the only heir to his throne. “I will be 18 soon, Alpha Leander,” I said politely with a bow before moving to the next glass. “Do you enjoy serving Lily?” he asked me. I could feel the tension of the others in the room when he asked me such a question. “It’s my pleasure to serve such a powerful Alpha like yourself,” I lied. He was powerful, but I hated pouring drinks and standing around like my only worth was looking pretty for other wolves to enjoy. He looked at me with a smirk, like he knew what he wasn’t supposed to know, or maybe it was that no one in their right

Show me how a werewolf purrs! My daughter looked up from the muddy pool. Her face was stained with blood and tears that continued falling into the mud. "Meow." The maids at the scene laughed with Elena. They cast disdainful looks at my daughter's petite frame. "What Female Alpha? She's filthier than a Rogue." "Keep your voice down! You don't want Alpha Alaric to hear you insulting his daughter—he might kick you out!" "What's there to be afraid of? Everyone in the Wolffang Pack knows that Alpha Alaric loves only Elena! His five-year-old daughter doesn't even have a name. He wouldn't punish us over such a non-matter because we're Lady Elena's most trusty servants!"

I had to trust my guts and my instincts, which turned out to be that Wolf’s baby. I swallow hard as the memory of Derek flashes through my mind. I have tried to keep him out of my head even though he now has a strong presence in my life through his son. Our son. I, a helpless frail wolf from the north, have a child with the Alpha of the south, an enemy territory that caused the death of my parents. I smile at Irene as she cradles my baby in her arms and she smiles back. “He’s so peaceful,” she says. “He looks just like him,” I say, dejected.

“Another lost wolf for us to play with.” “Wait, I know her,” said a woman clinging to the man’s arm. “You’re the daughter of that cruel Alpha, aren’t you? The one who displays decapitated heads of rogue wolves on their territory. We really are lucky… but it seems like you’re not part of his pack anymore.” She slowly walked toward me. I backed away and bared my fangs. “What happened, little girl? Good thing your Alpha let you go alive.” “I just escaped, so don’t make things worse. I just want to leave this place. Leave me alone,” I said firmly. The woman smirked.

“Romero, no.” "This is for her own good,"the Alpha murmured, uncorking the vial. The scent of wolfsbane filled the air. Quinn took a step forward, frantic to snap his Alpha out of it. "This is not the way." Romero didn’t stop. He tilted the vial over his daughter’s lips, letting the poisonous liquid slip past them. The bitter herb slid down her throat, and though she barely reacted, her little body shuddered. Quinn bit his lips till it drew blood.

"So we are supposed to accept it? Accept that the girl we all blamed for her parents death is suddenly the White Wolf, the one the legends say could save us or destroy us?" The room fell silent again. I felt every eye on me. My heart was pounding hard that I thought it would crack a rib.. My wolf did not flinch. I stepped forward past Damon into the space between the tables. I looked at Marcus at the elders and then at the whole pack. I said, "I never asked for this. I never asked for the bond. To be the Alphas mate or to be the White Wolf.. I am and I am done hiding it."

His jaw was set in the way of a man who had made a decision and intended to keep it. Alira looked at the yard in front of them. A few wolves were moving through the morning routine, carrying supplies and talking in low voices. None of them looked at her directly. They rarely did. She was Roric Vael's daughter, and they hadn't forgotten it, even if they had stopped saying it out loud. "I just want to know what she was like," Alira said, her voice coming out low, but firm. "He never spoke about her. Not once. I grew up with nothing."

The weights weren't a handicap but a training tool she regularly employed to build strength and control. King Alexander watched with quiet pride mingled with concern. He recognised the cold calculation in his daughter's eyes, the same look Kailynn had worn when demonstrating why she was the most formidable female Alpha in the kingdom's history. The memory brought both comfort and pain. "She fights like her mother," he murmured to Phoebe, whose own expression had grown increasingly troubled. "Yes," Phoebe agreed softly. "But with your strategic mind." The combination was as impressive as it was intimidating.

This was my wolf dying. “So dramatic “that silky voice. It belonged to no one but Alice Hales.A Beta’s daughter.she was so perfect.her blonde hair was long and shiny.perfect.she had perfect curves and a perfect bloodline.”But show’s over little Omega,now run back to the kitchen where you belong.”

Chris looks at Alpha Aron smiling at Alexa and asks him " Do you know her Alpha?" Aron smiles at Chris and proudly says " Yes Alpha Chris. She's my daughter Adele and her wolf is Alexa." Aron moves towards Alexa and pats her on the head. He then mind-links to her " Go to your room, change and come back." Alexa suddenly realizes her dad was there and feels embarrassed. She immediately jumps out of the window and runs towards her room. Aron notices Chris's disappointed expression and says " Don't worry Alpha. She will change and come back soon."