My Alphas Wolfless Daughter Novels & Stories

Jessica growled. "The Alpha left me in charge, Jessica." Mateo declared. "Mateo Alex was left in charge and not Jessica Lyon!" "Jessica Lyon!" One of the delegates exclaimed. "Daughter of Sebastian Lyon?" The man asked. Jessica turned to look at the man carefully. There was no way she could say she knew him but the man seemed to be shocked with Jessica's appearance. "Your father was a resourceful man. The most skilled fighter I had ever known." "But Sebastian's daughter was yet to find her wolf hence the banishment from the pack." One of the men argued.

Alpha Wilson tried to conjure his daughter that is throwing a tantrum. “But father…” “hey dear, don’t be hard on your father, he met well for his daughter, even I will not let my daughter be claimed by just any wolf, even if I have an heir already.” “So your daughter is up for the next claiming, I heard she just got her wolf already?” alpha Wilson said as his eyes moved to Brittany, whose eyes were fixed on the floor all this time. “Hey, are you keeping an eye on my daughter? Get your eyes off my daughter because I am not giving my daughter to an old man.” Alpha Wilson raised his hand in surrender.

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.

For the first time, she felt useless, frustrated by her own weakness and being wolfless. Just as the carnifex was about to finish off Andrick, the betas, who were secretly stationed to protect him, sprang into action in their wolf forms and took down the beast. The news of the carnifex attack on the Alpha's mansion spread like wildfire the next morning. As Andrick recovered in the hospital, the pack was thrown into fear. "Ms. Shamia, Elder Alpha is here to see you," a servant announced. Shamia's anxiety spiked. She knew Gregor didn't like her, and without Andrick by her side, she was unsure how to face him.

“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."