The Alpha's Daughter Wants Revenge Novels & Stories

​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.

"You have been using me from the beginning." "You were used before you ever walked through my gates," he said. "That is not my doing." "But keeping me here as a suspect, letting your pack believe I killed those men, that is your doing," she said. "You have the truth, and you are choosing to sit on it. What does that make you?" Something moved behind his eyes. "It makes me the Alpha of this pack," he said. "Which means my decisions are not yours to question."

"Now." The pair backed toward the door, the man's eyes never leaving mine. "The rogue Alpha sends his regards," he said softly. "He's been looking for the one that he had chosen to be his for a very long time. Especially after we tested the blood of the one that was dressed as Alpha Matthew and Luna Elena Graystone's daughter and sister of their Alpha Kenneth Arthur Graystone." The door chimed as they left, but the tension in the room remained, thick and suffocating.

Today, I was going to be married with Alpha Jane’s daughter. Yes, Alpha Jane who killed my brother. After five years of tireless work, I was now a powerful Alpha of Diamond Pack. He was afraid of strength so he offered me this relationship and that’s what I wanted. I sighed and looked at the timer. It was half an hour. I pick up the perfume bottle and started taking deep breaths. Fatigue and restlessness were evident in my deep eyes. Past few days were very difficult for me. I couldn’t decide what to do. A shadow of delicate being was overwhelming my emotions. I couldn’t get rid of her. I want revenge but how could I do it to her. She was the daughter of my biggest enemy. I closed my eyes an

My ears are probably malfunctioning—yes, that's the only logical explanation. “Alpha Dorian? What the fu. ck are you saying? How….?” I staggered towards him. “How…? How….? Just how? Why would you want to save her? This wrench is the reason you're no longer the Alpha! You….you… should just allow her to die. Rather… I'll burn her up!” I screamed, my palms getting consumed In flames. My entire soul was burning up in hate, anger, and disdain for the beautiful lady who was lying on the bed. With my palms embedding balls of fire, I snapped my head towards Daciana.

She turned her head to the upper floor. "MOM!!!" The scream sounded like a warning to Willow. Then Alpha jumped first and ran up the stairs to the top floor. Willow followed, terrified. The door to the room was smashed in. There was no Zoey; her daughter had suddenly vanished. All that was left was a broken window with shards of glass scattered on the floor. Alpha immediately jumped out of the window and ran who knows where until his figure disappeared. Willow could only stand in front of the windowsill, stunned. Her tears broke out.

If there was a pack more feared than my own, and truly more ruthless it was Blackwater. Just then I heard the Alpine Luna's voice again as she passed by us toward Alpha Kent. "Evelyn, it is time you meet the man who will be your mate. Come along." Her mother walked toward Alpha Kent with open arms and a smile, they were clearly on good terms. I turned my head to see all the life drain from Evelyn's face only to be replaced with terror. Her father, Alpha Alexander just looked defeated.

My jaw dropped. The girl… was the Alpha’s daughter.

“The stripping will commence.” “Wait,” I said sharply. “I have something to say now.” They exchanged glances. “Go ahead.” “The Unions slaughtered children across the territories to rid themselves of the True Alpha. For power. For dominance. My daughter was among them. Who should be punished for that?” Except for the man whose head had been lowered to the floor and who kept glancing at Denny, the rest looked impressed by my confirmation that my daughter had been killed. “We had no idea you had a child,” Vanthel gloated. “True Alpha, you say? Of the White Omega? And how do you expect us to believe a male birthed a child?”

she asked again, louder, her mask flawless. “Because I broke the Sacred Moon Crystal,” I said bitterly. Silence. “Or so the Alpha King’s daughter claimed.” I cut my gaze at Navy. Her head bowed, hand pressed to her lips. Shoulders curled in practiced grief. Yet her eyes flashed for a moment, satisfied, before she lowered them. I wanted to laugh. I didn’t know who I despised more—her for faking or myself for failing to expose her.