Romans & histoires The Alpha Claiming The Enemy’s Daughter

I smiled, then the doors swung open and the First Alpha stormed in. "You betrayed me." I stood, "I chose my own life." "You chose him." "Yes." "And you think I'll allow you to raise my blood?" I stepped in front of Adrian, "You won't touch my child." The First Alpha's eyes turned black, "You will give her to me." "No." "You don't understand what she is." "I know exactly what she is." I placed a hand over my belly, "my daughter." The First Alpha lunged at me, but Adrian blocked him. Suddenly, the palace was in chaos. Wolves were fighting and silver blades were slicing. I screamed as the blood poured from my body and my child pushed her way out.

“How quaint, that you still think in such small terms, Alpha. Territory is simply a line drawn by whoever’s strong enough to defend it today. Lines shift. They always have.” “Who are you?” I demanded, unable to keep silent any longer. Some instinct told me this man’s identity mattered more than anything else unfolding in this clearing. He turned his attention fully toward me for the first time. His eyes swept over me with an assessment that made my skin crawl...cold and clinical, like I was a puzzle piece he was slotting into some larger picture only he could see. “The enemy’s daughter,” he said softly. “Yes. I’ve heard a great deal about you these past weeks. More, perhaps, than you’d be co

Not him? The elders detonated like they were waiting for the right moment to spike the fire. “HE’S GETTING MARRIED?!” Morris roared, his eyes widened. “TO THE SUPREME ALPHA?!” One of the young members added, his jaw dropped. Rosa who was leaning to a pillar, pulled out. “This is treason!” Papers flew, someone punched a fist to the wall. Yet, I was invisible because a knife had just been stabbed in my chest. “My daughter is on that list!” I couldn't tell who said that.

It had been less than a year since my father died. Less than a year since I became Alpha. I was still holding together a pack already divided by doubt and old loyalties. Men like Dominic always looked for weakness. The moment they believed an Alpha had it, they struck. "You'll release my daughter," Dominic said coldly, "or you die here tonight." The threat did not surprise me. The confidence behind it did. "You're bold enough to threaten your Alpha openly now?" I asked. Without taking my eyes off him, I reached behind me and took Azerbel's hand.

"Called your man, sweetheart? Did he answer?" Three of them now. One at the far end of the block. Two closer in. They had spread out in the minute it had taken me to dial. "I know what I look like to you," I said, because my throat still wanted to work and I had to use it for something. "I am the wife of an Alpha. Touch me and he will bury you in a hole you cannot climb out of." "Your man," said the one at my left, "is not coming."

She nodded slowly, as if I had confirmed something she already knew, and went out. I was alone in the empty chamber with the splintered table and the faint smell of smoke on my hands. I let out a breath and felt, for the first time in two days, my knees shake. A boot struck the stone in the corridor, running. The door banged open. A young Gamma named Torren stood there with his chest heaving and mud to his knees. "Alpha. A rider at the border drop. Ravenmark." I went still. "Alone?" "Alone. He says he came to deliver a message." Torren swallowed. "He asked for her by name, Alpha. He said he is here for the Alpha's bride."

All the rogues have large bodies and overwhelming power. "Soon, I will become the only Alpha stand in the werewolves' territory. I will crush all the packs and rebuild my warriors there," Alpha Homer said. "Alpha Homer, your daughter has been captured by Alpha Franklin from the North pack. We are not able to escape her due to the high security they implemented in the North pack," Alpha Homer's spy in the north pack said. Alpha Homer crashed the glass he was holding, and he was angry because of that news. "That stupid brat. She is like her mother! I should kill her like her mother. She was a useless brat with a useless mate," Alpha Homer uttered to himself.

The rogues immediately set chase, to drag them back in front of their leader. Anna looked back, just in time to see the enemy rip off her protector’s throat - an image that was forever burned into her memory. Tears crept down her cheeks and her throat muscles tightened as she let out silent screams. When they were a good distance away, the Alpha dropped her carelessly on the ground. His deep blue eyes locked with hers, for one last request. Then in a flash, he was gone, heading off in the opposite direction to distract the enemy. It wasn’t long before a triumphant howl echoed through the air, followed by many more. XXX

Third pov: The princess was far too powerful. She appears to be one of the new turn wolves' stronger members. The Alpha had no idea his daughter was so powerful that she knocked out all of his formidable guards. Despite this, the princess had no idea what she done. The Alpha itself couldn’t do anything. He doesn't want anything to harm to his daughter. As the princess utilized her power on the alpha, he did not fight back. The princess, however, fled after he was wounded and pushed to the ground. Someone entered the room. When the Alpha spotted his Beta and his guard, he smiled.

Alpha Larkin Roche is sitting at a table when CM arrives. CM scans the room for the Alpha's warriors. He doesn't know exactly for the reason the Alpha requested a meeting. But he knows that it has something to do with Pandora. “Smug ass rogue” Alpha Larking mumbles looking at CM walking toward him and smirking. The Alpha doesn't give CM time to sit down. “I'll get right to the reason I'm here. I want my daughter and grandchild. It's up to you if you want a war. I don't have a problem with it.”