My Alphas Wolfless Daughter Novels & Stories

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?

My stomach betrayed me again with another very loud growl causing the new she wolf to laugh. “Best feed the Luna!” she said with a warm smile as she touched my hand with a gentle squeeze. “We’re so glad you here.” I was very confused now. The Alpha had rejected me. Did they not know? What did people know? I knew from my wolf that the man on the steps was our mate, and he was the norths Alpha. But that was all my wolf was allowing me to know, I felt she knew more. But they always say that our wolf half’s know instinctively far more than the human half does. It appears that mine likes to keep that from me.

The female werewolves were dressed in elaborate ball gowns adorned with jewels of the most beautiful shades of every precious stone known. I could hear their low chatter as they discussed among themselves glancing in our direction from time to time. What most of them were thinking was not alien to me. There were a lot of them who felt they would be a perfect fit for us. A female werewolf walked up to me and curtsied delicately, glancing up at me shyly. "Alpha, I'm Leah. The daughter of the Beta of Crescent pack. We have met once during one of your product launch, my father is a partner of yours. He send his greetings." She said and smiled softly at me.

I felt energized a little by my wolf, and we got there in less than 2 hours. I desperately wanted to see my family, but I chose not to go there first. I didn't need anyone to tell me the mockery and scorn I'd face if I visited the pack mansion where they lived. At the pack’s gate, I encountered big and burly men whom I'd never seen before. They seemed oblivious when I mentioned being Alpha Williams' daughter. Didn't they recognize their Alpha anymore? After pleading extensively and assuring them I wasn't a spy, they reluctantly let me in.

Jay Voices spill from the living room just off from the grand staircase, screaming for my attention. I turn toward them and find Madison near the fireplace, with her arms wrapped around herself so tightly that it makes my chest burn obsessively. Her face is pale, her body trembles but she won’t back down through her sheer stubbornness alone. She's an Alpha’s daughter, her blood thick with determination and long line of legacy. I almost admire it.

“A wolfless wolf is worse than a pure human to some, baby. Most wolfless wolves live fully in the human world because they don’t want to stay in a pack where all wolves look down on them. Even omegas are considered better. A beta’s daughter without a wolf has awful implications. Your father died shamefully because he killed an alpha and luna. Your mother didn’t want you to suffer the same stigma, so she tried to hide your identity.” “I don’t know if your pack would accept me if they knew I am the daughter of a wolf who killed their alpha and luna.” All thoughts about her origin were sinking in just now. She had been blinded by Rufus's affection. “They already know the whole story, baby, and

“The white wolf wanted to help, so he moved from pack to pack, staying just safe of territory lines. He learnt the way of the woods, and lived a lonely life, helping others but asking for nothing in return.” “Then, one day, the white wolf toed the boundary of a righteous pack’s land. The Alpha bounded forwards, smelling rogue and serving justice with a swift and deadly swipe of his claws.” “As the white wolf fell, they discovered a young girl, cowering behind his lifeless body. The girl was the Alpha’s daughter. She cried out as the white wolf fell, and stared in awe as he began to bleed. You see, his blood did not run red; no, it was purple.”

~Amber~ ”I have heard about your daughter, ruthless and prides herself on her kills. She has rarely lost and more often than not she is the one who will stand longest during a fight. Her wolf is untamed meaning she doesn't see the difference between captivating and killing or friend or foe. I want her to fight with us during the war,” I said and saw how their faces contorted when I said ’daughter’. ”Who is your Alpha?” Angus asked. Oh shit…

"We must not be foolish. We all heard about what happened to the Packs beyond the South Coast. They were so foolish to have not acted on time. They kept waiting for the right man, and what happened? Their Pack have been taken captive because of the shame they brought upon themselves. We cannot keep waiting for the Luna before we decide for ourselves. Given that, I'd like to bring to our notice that we've begun preparations for my daughter and heiress, Ava, to be wedded." An unseen blade seemed to strike my belly. The anxiety that'd been mounting for so long fell. And in its place was perplexity and anger. I stared vacantly into the space before me as I watched everyone clap. "And her mate…"