Princess Serenity's Father Novels & Stories

He revealed, shocking Serenity. Serenity couldn’t help but stare in silence for a moment, “Why do you think we didn’t have a good relationship when I was growing up?” She looked at him thoughtfully. When Giovanni failed to answer her question she let a soft scoff leave her lips, “You never did know how to be a father.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” The angry frown on his face told her she’d gotten under his skin.

"Why are you asking? What does it have to do with..." "Everything." Her voice cracked. "It has everything to do with who I am." And then she told me. She told me about Elder Margaret and the book of photographs. About her ancestors, the rulers of a forgotten pack blessed by the Moon Goddess. About the coup and the massacre and the two siblings who escaped. About her mother. About who she really was. I listened in stunned silence, my mind struggling to process the magnitude of what she was sharing. Sera, my Sera, was the last survivor of a destroyed royal bloodline. A princess in hiding, raised by an adoptive father who had kept the truth from her entire life.

But deep down, she knows she has to stand up for herself. "Oh, if its not disgraced Princess of the Rivera mansion. You had some guts to show up here after everything you have done" Cindy snapped at Serene. Serene glanced at Cindy, who looked as vicious as the last time Serene saw her. "Cindy, this is between me and my father. You better don't interfere in the middle" Serene warned Cindy. But Alexander came to her defense. "Father? Who is your father? As far as I remember, I disowned you the moment you got married to that Dante. Now Cindy is my only daughter and the princess of this mansion" Alexander declared arrogantly.

Her father had left behind more than just debt—he'd left a trail of enemies and unfinished business that now fell on his daughter's shoulders. Whether she liked it or not, my protection was the only thing standing between her and those who would exploit her vulnerability. My phone rang. Mother's name flashed on the screen. I considered letting it go to voicemail, then thought better of it. "Adrian, darling." Her voice was warm. "I've been hearing interesting things about you and Serena." "Have you." "Is it real?" She dropped the pretense. "Do you actually care for the girl, or is this all part of whatever scheme you and her father cooked up?"

"Wait until I become king. I will eradicate disgusting races like yours." "Oh, please do. But that also means you have to kill your future wife, Seraphine Valentina. Because not much different from me, she is also an Omega witch blessed with powerful abilities like ours." "Hey! Don't you dare run away from me!" I was one second too late. Elyrian managed to disappear while I was pondering their words. 'Seraphine ... That’s right. If Father knew her true identity, I doubt he would stay silent. After all, the Maximilian bloodline despises witches.'

Whoever had carried me to that hotel room could have been someone in Kael's circle. A cousin. A relative. A younger alpha. Someone whose blood would smell like family to the King. But I couldn't share that. Not before I had proof. "Who is the father?" he asked. "He lives far from here. A different pack." The words came smooth. Five years of practice. "You're raising a pup alone here. As a rogue." "Yes." He studied me for a long moment. Up close, his pine and cedar scent and something warmer underneath that made my blood hum.

A tall man, regal in bearing, with golden eyes Serenya knew from portraits. Her father. King Vale, slain when she was a child, stood before her, warm and smiling. “My little star,” he whispered. “You’ve come home.” Serenya’s breath hitched. She had dreamed of this moment a thousand times—the embrace she never had, the voice she lost too soon. Tears stung her eyes as her body leaned forward, desperate for the comfort. “Serenya!” Kaelen’s hand tightened around her wrist. “It’s a trap. Look closer.”

At our son's first birthday banquet, my husband, Luis Danforth, stood up in front of everyone and announced he was bringing another child into the family. Then his first love, Cathlene Richards, walked up cradling Luis's "illegitimate son." "Luis, thank you for giving our child a home." The room erupted into murmurs. My in-laws just nodded, looking relieved. The whole world took their side, calling me, the wife, cruel and small-minded. Luis crossed the room and threw a paternity test in my face. "Layla, sign it. Let him take his rightful place in the family. It doesn't matter how much you cause a scene. This is ironclad proof." I looked at the report, at the line confirming a "biologi