The Alpha’s Forgotten Daughter Novels & Stories

I feel it bloom through me as I adjust my stance head up as I walk more purposfully through the crowds. “She’s back,” someone whispers. “She’s alive,” another murmurs. I keep putting one foot in front of the other. Erin looks back at me with a smile and Asher squuezes me hand to keep me moving forward. “Mommy, who’s that? She’s pretty,” I hear a little girl say, her voice sweet and curious. “Hush,” her mother replies in a whisper. “That’s the lost Alpha’s daughter.” A small smile tugs at my lips. For the first time in years, I feel it. I’m home.

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.

My father remarried, and I and my mother, could not for the life of us begin to survive without him. I was the Alpha’s daughter who couldn’t afford a can of beans for dinner. I was the Alpha’s daughter who killed my stepsister’s dog, who watched it die, and then went back in to present it to her, a cold look on my face. Her mother marked me as a traitor immediately. I was the Alpha’s daughter who grew up disgraced, and then Violet came along and I saw someone I could protect. Ulric came along and I saw someone I could love.

His eyes then flickered down to see his dead daughter, Selena, laying on the steps with a gaping hole in her chest. The Alpha King let out a wild yell and rushed down the steps, falling to his knees beside his daughter. He didn’t even care to look in the Luna’s direction; he knew what she had done. Now that he had been freed from her spell, there was no doubt that he remembered everything. All of her manipulation, her evil deeds, her murders.

I shouted, "Luna Layla! Even though I'm a fake, I'm also Alpha Raymond's daughter; I'm the one who celebrated the wedding with Darian. You have no right to hit me like that arbitrarily!" I suddenly yelled, startling Luna Layla, halting slightly but quickly becoming more angry. She said coldly, "You dare bring that out to threaten me? In name, the one who married Darian is Violet, not you. More than that, even though you're Alpha Raymond's daughter, you're an abandoned daughter. You have no right to threaten me with those things. Alpha Raymond won't dare say anything if I kill you now!" Luna Layla's words were actual, which made my heart ache a little more. From the moment I agreed to deal wi

"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.

"She was mine. My mate. My wife. I was ready to burn down the world to find her, and all this time, you’ve been keeping her hidden?" " Stop fucking lying!" Alpha Paleframe growled, " You abandoned her. You are just a hypocrite. Your mate? Your wife? Well, why didn't you think when you dropped her on the floor and protected another woman? Where were those words when you allowed your parents to label a traitor?" Paleframe met my gaze directly, the Alpha in him refusing to cower. "We didn’t keep her. She left. And when she came back, she was broken. She is my daughter. You heard that?"

"I assume you are the daughter of Alpha Thorne. He is looking for you. I have seen your pack members a mile ago. They will soon reach to you. Don't worry." After whispering a few comforting words to her, I turned to leave. However, before I could sit inside my car, a cold ruthless voice sounded from behind. "Alex Salvador! You shameless piece of filth!" My brain went numb. My nails almost scratched my car's door growing up in rage. "Alpha Thorne? What is this?" "Don't you play dumb with me!" he lunged forward, his hands almost grabbing my collar. "My daughter is only nineteen! How could you lay a hand on her? You animal!"

“Oh… she said she has a problem in her leg from birth.” Damian stared at the paused frame again. The girl moving around the office, doing her job while favouring one side. He didn’t respond immediately. “So she isn’t an alpha,” he muttered more to himself. “Sir no... she is an Omega. Anything else I can tell you?” “Nothing. You can go. Delete the footage. Tell anyone who asks the cameras weren’t working.” Adler left quickly. Damian exhaled and shut the laptop with more force than necessary.

Screams had traveled farther than any horn. Scars do not fade in Eight years. They must think we have returned to finish what was started. I do not think they saw me clearly. And if they did… the girl they remember had softer eyes and uncalloused hands. Their Alpha’s daughter. The one who used to wave at children from horseback and sneak sweet rolls from the market vendors. To most of them, I am buried. Dead in war. Or worse—forgotten in chains. Not the Luna riding at the head of an army.