Star Wars The Daughter Novels & Stories

"The Martinez family?" "You dare lay a hand on my daughter? There won't be a Martinez family for much longer."

I'd seen her at parent-teacher conferences—she always sat in the seat reserved for Tyler's parents. "Well, well, if it isn't the Werheimers. Heading in to make a scene?" Mom tightened her grip on the umbrella. "Miriam, we're here to file a legitimate appeal. This has nothing to do with you." Miriam Johnson tilted her head and gave a polished, practiced smile. "A legitimate appeal? The daughter of a criminal trying to get into the National Defense Academy—that's a joke at the expense of national security." "My daughter's biological father was a war hero!"

“Forgive me, but… why are we helping her? A rogue on our territory should be killed or driven off. Not healed.” I looked at the small figure on the bed. Even unconscious and wounded, I could see the Moon Chosen's features. The silver hair that marked Darius’s bloodline. The delicate bone structure of high-born wolves. This was Darius’s daughter. The daughter of the man who killed my father. And somehow, she’d ended up half-dead on my doorstep. This was an opportunity. This was fate. “She’s useful,” I said simply. “That’s all you need to know.”

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

Austin POV I have my daughter in my arms. She is perfect. She has all her fingers and toes. Her hair is black like Rebel’s. Her eyes are like mine, I think. She gave me a small smile, and she has the cutest dimples I’ve ever seen. She yawns and I kiss her forehead. Rebel has made me a father once again, and I could be more in love with her and our daughter. Then chaos erupted. Rebel’s monitors go on the fritz, sounding all kinds of alarms. I look at Rebel, and she has become pale and has passed out.

“That’s funny coming from someone who looks like she raided a clearance bin at a drag convention and forgot to blend her contour.” Her expression turned sour instantly. “How dare you! Do you have any idea who I am? I’m the daughter of Jallaludin, the Beta of this Pack!” I scoffed, unimpressed. “Pathetic. A Beta’s daughter who still chose to offend everyone’s eyes all on her own.” “Excuse me?” Her mouth fell open, her face turning blotchy red. “You’d better watch your mouth. Not only am I the Beta’s daughter, I am the future Luna of this pack.”

Our life outside was fancy if we just finish our missions as soon as possible. Inside the club, I met a drunk girl with an innocent face. I thought she was a minor too, but she was older than me. We were so drunk that we did something not worth remembering. It was a one-night stand. And we don’t even know each other. “I have a daughter?” I uttered under my breath. “What are you saying?” Kylo’s brows furrowed. “I am your biological father. If you wish it isn’t true, I would understand.” “That’s a lie.”

Although it was early in the night, a large portion of wolves had found their mates, and were dancing softly together, or had exited the ball early to be alone together. “Alpha Evander, Luna Ida,” my father greeted, and all three of us bowed. “Betas Marley and Imara,” Evander grinned. It sounded strange to hear my parent’s names; I always thought of them as mum and dad. “And who’s this?” Luna Ida asked, peering inquisitively at me. “This is our daughter, the Young Beta Arienne,” my dad said. I bowed again. “It’s an honour to meet you,” I said, nodding to each of them in turn.

I couldn't protect her from myself and ended up losing her. Now, our daughter, Skye...a witch, not a werewolf. Just like her mother. She is not only my heir but my redemption, the key to everything that matters. And I can't - I won't - let Jayleen Silver take her away from me. He can't have her. He can't... he won't.