Since She's Not Your Daughter Who Exactly Is She Novels & Stories

“That I’m nothing here?” Her father looked at her. And for the first time There was no warmth in his eyes. “You are my daughter,” he said. “But you are not the heir.” The room went completely still. Elara felt like the air had been knocked out of her lungs. Not the heir. Just like that. “No…” she whispered, shaking her head. “No, that doesn’t make sense. Then who is it? Why won’t you say it?” “That is not your concern,” he said firmly.

she said coyly as she eyed him from head to toe and found him not lacking at all. "I don't think we've been introduced. I don't know who you are" " That's my father's fault. He's always keeping me away from the spotlight because he thinks am a nuisance" she says playfully. " Am Amor kings. The only daughter of Adam kings" she introduces proudly.

"She's not your mommy, you've got the wrong person." "She is Mommy!" "Look carefully! She and your mommy just look alike, they are not the same person at all!"

Who is she kidding? "That still doesn't answer my question. Why exactly now? Can you even recognize your own daughter if you ran into her somewhere? Do you even have an idea what she looks like right now? How old is she? You forgot about her for three good years, and now you appear like a ghost, expecting to be let into her life? What kind of mother are you?" I fire.

She stood tall. On fire. Alive. Her daughter was coming home.

Sophie Pov "My daughter? You actually think you are my daughter? Ask your whore of a mother where she got you from, because you are not my daughter!" Dad yelled. And just like that everywhere was quiet, no sound could be heard it looked like a bomb was dropped, well technically a bomb was dropped, At least this should be interesting at least I am my father's daughter, the real Lee but she is the real bastard because she is not a Lee. I relaxed on my chair and took my drink, sipping it. I guess it is fun for these horrible two to be under the bus.

“Your kid?” “Yes. Stay the hell away.” “She’s not yours. She’s mine.”

She was the daughter of an Alpha. Not just any Alpha but the Alpha I dethroned.

"But you're not my mother." ***

“What makes you say that?” Her facial expression was pure exasperation, “I’m not my 18-year-old daughter, Alpha Christen, I’m very aware of who you believe my daughter is to you and you may be right, but until you are both sure, she shouldn’t be a target for any other she-wolves.”