My Alphas Wolfless Daughter Novels & Stories

It took a day’s travel into the Cook County Forest Preserves, where her friend lived. Limping as she walked, the girl looked around, trying to figure out why her chest was beating so fast. Was it because her wolf could sense danger with Damian and Lucian around? However, this was different. This felt like a pull… something pulled her wolf closer, and instead of allowing it to do so, she ran away. “It’s just because she wants to be let out that she is so restless,” Aria told herself, trying to calm down. Aria Hale, the so-called daughter of the Hale pack, limping her way through the streets of Chicago. She was considered the kin of royalty at one point in life, but if one looked at her now, t

The shut-in father who left me to die countless times without having a change of thought. "I'll never accept such an offer. I'll bring home Ryu's head, and the title of Alpha will be mine!" I said, sobbing. The figure gradually changed from the female wolf coming into light. Stunned, I staggered back, and she waved her paw at me. "What are you?" I questioned. "You're quite intelligent for the daughter of the cruelest and most deadly Alpha in the werewolf world." Her feminine voice cleared the room, giving me back the comfort that had been eliminated by my father.

I head straight to the comments after reading and immediately regret doing so. ‘Wait, isn’t that girl the wolf-less daughter of Alpha Campbell of the Moonshadow Pack? Wasn’t she ostracized from society because of that? How can we have a wolf-less shewolf as our Luna. In what universe is that acceptable?’ One commenter by name Nebula Insatia rambles.

"I was Wolfless once too. Until I was twenty-three years old, I couldn't shift. Couldn't feel my wolf. Couldn't connect to the part of me that was supposed to make me whole." My breath caught. "But you're an Alpha now. The only female Alpha in existence." "Exactly." Her smile was fierce. "Because being Wolfless isn't a curse or a defect. It's a dormant state. Your wolf is there, I can sense her. She's just locked away, waiting." "Waiting for what?"

Not a single she-wolf in the pack had managed to stir my wolf enough to matter, let alone provoke a mating bond. Not that I would have gone ahead with the mating regardless. “Still,” one elder persists after a short pause. “A proper Alpha needs a mate to control their aggression. Even if you think you’re fine now, as more time passes, you’ll find your emotions becoming more and more unstable!” I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself and roll my eyes. “You make it sound like I’ll, out of nowhere, jump and attack members of the pack.” “It’s not entirely unreasonable,” another elder intones.

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.”

He remembered the screams. ​Darius had always told him that wolves had slaughtered his real parents, leaving Kael as the sole survivor. ​"The Key is at Blackhood High," Darius continued, his voice dropping to a low, reverent hiss. ​"She is the daughter of the monsters who took everything from you. She is the one whose kind ruined your life. I have trained you to be her shadow, Kael." ​Darius leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing. ​"You cannot transform into a wolf—you are pure, untainted strength—but you have the power to break her. To protect the Key until she is ready for the ritual."

Whenever the air was laced with Alpha pheromones, it would let out that programmed cry. So whenever Julian went into heat, all I could do was listen to the Plush Wolf Doll’s moans—more like a woman’s breathy gasps—until dawn. The third wheel between Alpha Julian and me was a giant Plush Wolf Doll. Anyone who heard it would think it was absurd. After countless arguments that went nowhere, I decided to bring it up at our son’s first birthday banquet. That day, the pack gathered at the Alpha’s castle—elders, allies, and trade representatives were all present.

Instead, he helped me rebuild the Voyslav Empire. “If she’s the one who can bring your wolf back, then you should treat her accordingly.” He remains standing at the door. I snort. “She’s also the daughter of the accountant involved in the killing of my parents. He issued that money. He was lucky he’s dead, or I’ll let him watch what I’m doing to his daughter right now.” He shakes his head in disappointment. “That girl has nothing to do with what happened to your parents. She’s what? She was three when you lost my sister, Alek.”

the Alpha sneered. "You brought this animal into our clan. She is neither human nor wolf. And if she is not worthy of her fated mate, she is worthy of nothing." "She is my daughter!" my father roared. "She is an abomination," the Alpha countered, his voice dropping to a lethal growl. "She leaves by sunset. Or she dies." I touched the jagged scar on my cheek. The reminder of the time I fought marauders at the Flintwood Sugar Plantation. I had bled for this pack. I had fought for them.