Novel & Cerita My Alphas Wolfless Daughter

If I knew we were on protected grounds I would have already shifted, but you never know when those pesky human hunters are lurking around until they happen upon a lone wolf. The rustling of more brush let me know that my little friend had not passed on, and I just knew I was being watched. Being the daughter of the Alpha of the Alpine pack, I was fairly easily identified. My blond hair and blue eyes stuck out like a sore thumb whenever we visited the southern packs. That's why I have kept my face carefully hidden, hoping any passersby would assume I am just a young boy, given my short and slight frame, traveling with his pack to the council. Only right now I am not with my guards from my pac

Alice walked over arrogantly, wrapping her arms around her chest and glaring at me with a sneer. She was the daughter of Alpha, the noble princess of our wolf pack, and her brother Jack Hebrew was the next Alpha heir, with a powerful wolf in him! My father was Beta, respected and loved by the wolves, but he gave birth to me, a loser who had no wolf and would only bring shame to the family. I was made to understand that I got this fate simply because my mother was an ordinary human. I calmed down and habitually wiped the water from my face.

JACINDA What was a child doing all the way out here, alone, in the middle of the night?! This little girl looked to be about ten years old. A bit young to have a wolf, but not impossible. Though usually when a wolf shifted this young, they had alpha blood, and we were certain that Alpha Aleksandr did not have any biological children. “Do any other alphas from nearby packs have a daughter this age?” I whispered to my mate. Emmett shook his head. “Not that I’m aware of.”

She had always known this day would come—**the day she was told to accept her fate. Her father, **Alpha Jackson**, had made it clear since her youth that she was not like the others. She was not a warrior, not a rogue, not even a beta with some semblance of choice. She was a daughter of the Alpha, a princess in a kingdom ruled by dominance and blood. And more than that—**she was already claimed.** A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. Dane. Her **mate.** Her **bond.**

Horres I must say the daughter of Alpha Holmes seemed like a strong one. She may look weak, but she definitely couldn’t be underestimated. She was still breathing, though passed out; she didn’t need the assistance of the pack physicians to stay alive. How many other wolfless she-wolves would be able to take such a beating and still breathe so freely? Tsk! I like my pet already. Just when Alpha Holmes thought I was too bored, he sent the perfect source of entertainment my way. I sure would need to convey my thanks to him for this perfect gift.

The pack members weren't excluded. I mean,an Alpha's daughter who was way past 18 without a wolf? Not even a special ability? I was treated no lesser than a servant and whispers followed me around the pack. "The cursed bitch,killed her parents and is still wolfless." And my so-called mate? Caught red handed him deep inside my cousin's cunt but what was his reaction? He stood to face and said "You should grateful I'm taking a wolfless Luna like you...know your place." The music started tearing me out of my deep thinking

"Alpha request your presence," one of warriors said looking at me with a disgusted face. That was common for me; everyone hated me because I'm a wolf less she wolf and also being the Alpha's daughter made it worse, " said to be an embarrassment for the whole family, scratch that, the whole pack.

Their wolves were not merely beasts of instinct—they were anchors to the living world, guardians of the threshold. But guardians become obstacles. And obstacles must be removed. So I shattered the royal line. One pack at a time. One Alpha at a time. Until only scattered blood remained. Until the girl was born. Elara. Daughter of a royal wolf. Hidden. Bound. Her wolf sealed away so no one would recognize what she truly was. And then— The cursed Alpha found her. The perfect final piece. I turn back toward the basin. The water trembles again. Kael’s face appears briefly.

Being wolfless would have been bearable if it weren’t for the blood in my veins. They stopped calling me Aflira after that. I became wolfless. Then I became the “Broken Omega.” But the worst name was the one I carried long before sixteen. TRAITOR’S DAUGHTER. I was eight when they excited my father.

She was staring at me in pure terror, her body shaking, her face pale with shock. She looked so fragile. So broken. Nothing like the bold seductress who had tormented my dreams. I yanked her to her feet, my grip rough and unforgiving. "Why couldn't you fight back?" I snarled. "Why didn't you defend yourself?" Her tears spilled down her face. "I—I don't have a wolf. I'm—I'm wolf-less." I stared at her, momentarily stunned. No wolf? She was a werewolf—the daughter of an Alpha—and she had no wolf?