Novel & Cerita Swapped Daughter Of The Alpha

That little mink would pay if it were the last thing I did. “You are the Alpha’s daughter? Are you a Grey?” "Yes. I… I am April Grey, daughter to the late Alpha Zephyr Grey.” “In that case, you are obligated to attend my father's birthday party in place of your father. It is your right, and I'd prefer that than have a self-proclaimed acting Alpha in attendance."

“Yes, Mommy. Isn’t this car awesome? Daddy gave me apple juice!” Daddy. I turned my gaze to the man beside me, the one who was holding me—Alpha Alaric. His expression was unreadable, eyes fixed ahead. I pulled away from him, pressing myself against the door. “What is going on? Where are you taking us?” He glanced at me briefly. “To my home. We need to get started on the paperwork.” “Paperwork?” I echoed. “What paperwork?” His Beta, who was driving, glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Ms. Spencer, six years ago, your biological daughter, Ella, and Alpha Alaric’s daughter were switched at birth.”

I threatened, and I wasn't bluffing. "Now what do you want to say?" The alpha drawled, cutting me off in the process. "I'm not staying here," I said again, this time with a fierceness I never knew I had. "You do not have a choice here woman, you can only leave here once you’ve paid me the money your Dad owes me." He snapped. “He’s not even my dad!” I yelled in frustration, “you should’ve taken his own daughter and not me!”

“I will take you to Michael and stay with you if I can.” I knock on my father's office door, “Come in, Layla; I want you to meet someone.” He motions for Diana to leave; I put on my happy face and smile at the two men; Michael’s fingers are cruel with the intent to harm as he grips my shoulder, saying, “Gentleman, this is my daughter Layla; Layla, Alpha Lucian, and his son Isaac.” Bending my head in submission to Alpha Lucian, I can see his son smirking, watching my every move. He can't think for himself. His father would guide his every action. Acting on instinct and stepping closer to Isaac, I put my hand out to shake his.

The witches looked at Thea. “The Alpha’s last name was Durand, but their granddaughter took a different name to hide in the omegas’ family. The Beta’s last name was Moon. When these two mated,” Thea said, pointing to the couple above the unknown daughter. “They merged the true Alpha and Beta lines. Their daughter’s name is Alessia Moon.” Thea wiped tears from her cheeks. “She’s the rightful Alpha.” She smiled and gave a little laugh. She hadn’t felt into her in a while. Maybe it took some time for her magic to restore her Alpha powers since she had been starved all her life. She would feel into her the next time she saw her.

How could I have forgotten about Alpha Alfred. “What do you want?” I demanded, my voice rough with anger. Alpha Alfred's smile twisted into a snarl. “You killed my daughter Claire, My only child. And for that, you will pay. I vowed I would make you suffer as I have suffered, and now that day has come.” he spat. The man standing beside him nodded in agreement. “We’ve planned this for a long time, Alpha king. Your downfall has been carefully orchestrated, and it’s only the beginning.

The weights weren't a handicap but a training tool she regularly employed to build strength and control. King Alexander watched with quiet pride mingled with concern. He recognised the cold calculation in his daughter's eyes, the same look Kailynn had worn when demonstrating why she was the most formidable female Alpha in the kingdom's history. The memory brought both comfort and pain. "She fights like her mother," he murmured to Phoebe, whose own expression had grown increasingly troubled. "Yes," Phoebe agreed softly. "But with your strategic mind." The combination was as impressive as it was intimidating.

​The first thing I learned about being a queen was that it felt a lot like being a corpse. ​Cold, discarded, and waiting for the earth to take what was left. ​I was only six years old the night my father, the Alpha King, decided I was a defect. ​I can still see the North Star pinned between black branches as I ran until my lungs burned like swallowed coals. ​Behind me, the Great Hunt wasn’t chasing a deer. They were chasing me.

“What… what do you mean?” I stepped forward, locking eyes with Natille. “Ancient law says the First Daughter holds the right to choose. Elder Nelda confirmed that Natille’s tie to this bloodline remains.” Nicole snapped her head toward me. “She gave up the Wilson name years ago.” Her tone was firm, but her wolf betrayed her with a low, restless shift beneath her skin. “Not officially,” I said. “Your Alpha declared it to the council but never filed a dismissal in the Sacred Archive.”

Her fake moans quickly turned into begging and pleading for more, real fast, but by then, I was bored with her. I remember when I first heard about the daughter of Alpha Henry. They expected her to be the blessed shimmer wolf, and I had recently escaped from prison. I was a hunted man, but I needed to continue the growth of my original plan. The fastest way to claim what was owed to me was to claim a blessed female. Once I did, I could breed her nonstop until the Goddess conceded and left me alone.