The Alpha’s Forgotten Daughter Novels & Stories

Malik countered. “I need warriors, who can see!” Alpha Barak yelled. “Do you think the werelions are a joke, or what?” *** ONE MONTH EARLIER *** Calista’s POV I was the daughter of Alpha Alex Maximoff—the Alpha of the Ridgewood pack, and I mistakenly killed my Father, the Alpha.

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!”

“Romero, no.” "This is for her own good,"the Alpha murmured, uncorking the vial. The scent of wolfsbane filled the air. Quinn took a step forward, frantic to snap his Alpha out of it. "This is not the way." Romero didn’t stop. He tilted the vial over his daughter’s lips, letting the poisonous liquid slip past them. The bitter herb slid down her throat, and though she barely reacted, her little body shuddered. Quinn bit his lips till it drew blood.

"From what you've told me, you had excellent leverage over her. Her sister—" "Is also gone. The Alpha rescued her along with the others from the compound." I clenched my fists, feeling my damaged magic flicker weakly in response. "Vera has nothing left to lose now. She'll tell them everything." Theron was quiet for a moment, considering. "Even if she does, what can they do with that information? Your allies are well-protected, your larger plans are still in motion. The loss of sixteen children is unfortunate, but hardly catastrophic."

"It seems the isolation ward hasn't taught you any lessons." My mother struggled to her knees. "You're murderers! I want you to pay with your lives!" "Pay with our lives?" Alexander scoffed. "Your daughter murdered her own child out of spite and is now a fugitive. What right does a crazy old woman like you have to demand anything from me?" He knelt, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. "Listen to me, Rebecca. I'm giving Valentina three hours. If she doesn't show herself, you will take the Alpha's punishment for her."

Trusting me. That was the worst part. Fifteen minutes later, she returned. “You were right to be worried,” she said calmly, as if she weren’t about to drop a bomb on the center of my world. “Your son carries Alpha DNA. Strong lineage. Dominant strain.” I swallowed hard. “What’s wrong with him?” “His system is rejecting human medicine because it’s not designed for his biology. His condition is hereditary—linked to a rare Alpha gene that sometimes flares in mixed-blood children. Especially when they inherit strength without balance.”

Even the pack doctor, whom I believed had cures for everything, couldn't heal those who were constantly sick. Each passing day felt more bitter, and when I tried bringing Naomi back to restore the lost luck, she was nowhere to be found. No trace of her or her family. Of course I went in search of her, and realized A new Alpha took over her father's pack, now called The Crystal pack. For the first time, I was genuinely concerned about her and what could have possibly happened.

she whispered, her voice reverent, almost afraid. I stared back at her, breathless, shaken. “What mark? What are you talking about?” “The Alpha’s mark,” she murmured, her voice thin and wavering. “The one that belongs to the lost daughter.” I couldn’t breathe. Her words made no sense, yet they reverberated through me with everything she said. The Alpha? A missing daughter? Me? I struggled to sit up, my head spinning with disbelief. “Missing daughter? What are you saying?”

Sitting on four thrones of bone were the remaining High Alphas: Alpha Malakor of the Frost-Claw Alpha Hestia of the Ember-Bane Alpha Vorax of the Shadow-Stalkers Alpha Thorne (The Younger) of the Iron-Fang (Silas’s son, a boy barely nineteen). But they weren't sitting like rulers. They were slumped, their eyes rolled back, and thin, translucent filaments—like spider silk—connected the napes of their necks to a massive, pulsating mass of grey slime hanging from the ceiling. "You're late, Elias," a voice spoke. It didn't come from the Alphas. It came from the slime.

I couldn’t spend another second breathing the same poisoned air Greg did. Not when his poison my death was already waiting. I used to be loved once. My parents, Alpha Grayson and Luna Linda, ruled with honor and grace. The pack had been a home. Now it was a prison built on their graves, and I was the ghost haunting its walls starved, hated, forgotten. If anyone saw me now the once-celebrated Alpha’s daughter they wouldn’t recognize me. My bones showed beneath my skin, my hair hung in tangled strands, and my eyes looked like something wild.