The Alpha’s Forgotten Daughter Novels & Stories

The sorrel was in its glass, growing. Two hundred years of wall. Forty years of carried truth. Twenty-eight years of being a traitor's daughter who was nothing of the kind. And now: Alpha of Valdenmere, daughter of Edran Ashwood, formally in a bond with the person she had chosen, building the territory her family had always been building without ever knowing it was theirs. It was enough. It had always been going to be enough. My father knew that. Now so did I, completely, without reservation, in the specific and quiet way of things that have arrived at their correct position and intend to stay there.

They are shaking. I am Cella Ardentis. I am twenty-two. I am the Alpha's daughter, the child of a concubine, and a clairvoyant, and the last of them. I know that. I know the nursery with the window that did not open and the long corridor with the lock on the outside. I know my father's kind voice saying that it was for my own good. I know, with the clean cold certainty of a body that has been taught it, that I must never, under any circumstances, let him find me alone. And somewhere under my breastbone there is a hollow.

"Never." When I finally rose to my feet with her in my arms, I turned to face the people responsible for reducing her to this state. The sight of them kneeling and crying should have brought satisfaction. Instead, all I felt was disgust. The old fool crawled toward me, tears streaming down his face. "Alpha, please! Forgive me! She's my daughter!" A dry laugh escaped my lips. "Daughter?" I repeated softly, staring at him as though he were something rotten beneath my feet. "You locked your daughter in a dark room and left her there to die, and now you remember she's your daughter?"

Just the flat, grey indifference of a predator watching prey bleed out. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the steel. But I didn’t bow my head. I was an Alpha’s daughter, born of a bloodline that had ruled these lands for centuries. I would not die on my knees like a whipped dog. I lifted my chin, staring back at him, pouring every ounce of my Alpha defiance into my glare. If I was to die, I would die looking him in the eye. "Nash!" The scream wasn't mine. It was Veronica’s.

a voice called out in the room. Footsteps were heard and as I looked up, the image of Hereto daughter came into light, her long red hair glowed with so much radiation. Hereto smiled with pride. "My beautiful daughter" she praises starting a Viviana who stood beside her. With a confident look, her eyes left her daughter and rested on me, "She also badly wants to have your daughter killed, not just your daughter alone but also her mate,the son of that Alpha who supported you and father in your scheme of having me out of the way. An Alpha I ended up killing slowly until he could no longer hold the pain and died leaving it all to his son"

I frown and ask, “Why are you helping us?” He raises his eyebrows at me and says, “You want my help, yet you think you can come in here and ask me questions, Darius.” I go to stand as Layla grabs my arm; she narrows her eyes at me before saying, “Darius didn't mean any disrespect, Mathias, but if you don't answer him, we will leave.” He put his head down, and his shoulders slumped as he rubbed his arms and said, “My daughter was sixteen when the Alphas came for her; we never saw her alive again.”

Third pov The daughter of the beta who is now an alpha due to what happened to the late alpha Adriana didn't want to come back. She knew that this world was about to end. But her brother was there. He stayed in the place where he thought that his fiance had been left behind.

“I promised I’d never leave him, and I did. I didn’t hear what he wanted to say. I knew if I did, even if he lied, I’d forgive him. So, I left before I changed my mind. Then I ended up here.” “Bella…” The familiar pain in my chest returned, and so did the burning bite of anger. I stretched my legs out and leaned back. “But what does it matter? I bet he’s really happy now that I’m gone. He may not even be looking for me. I don’t care. He has what he wants. I learned who I really am.” I gave out a small laugh. “Who does he think he is, anyway? I’m an Alpha too!” I said, turning to face him. “I’m your daughter. I’m of Alpha blood. I’m next in line as Alpha. He’s not the only one…”

I asked, the last thing I want is for Morgan and Nick to be separated and for Morgan to go be left out in the dark for his actions. "I honestly don't know what Marc is planing on doing but I doubt he'll go to that extreme. He'll probably will just make him run extra hours or something. Maybe send him off to Arizona to train with Alpha Sierra." He replied and I frowned "Who's that?" I asked not being familiar with anyone outside of the King and Savage packs "She's the daughter of the former Alphas. Alpha Hunter and Logan" he said and I nodded "But don't Alphas have to be male?" I questioned

She had blonde hair like my daughter, but sea blue eyes that melted anyone’s soul when she looked at them with a smile. Then the Alpha asked me to kill her. I swear to the goddess, I tried to in the least painful way I knew but I couldn’t. I let her go, hoping no one would find out but then I saw Selene, watching me from a distance with a wicked grin. I knew what the Alpha would do if he knew. I was ready to risk my Gamma title and my life for my dearest daughter, but the Alpha wouldn’t punish me, he would punish her. For he had warned me on the day it was discovered that my daughter was wolfless, that any mistake I made would cost me her life.