The Alpha's Runaway Daughter Novels & Stories

I shook my head. Dad smirked, "You will be the first female Alpha, Bella. And not only that, but you'll also be Queen. This is a huge leap forward for some of these old fashioned Lycans. If only they knew my daughter could rule better than their disrespectful sons." Dad shook his head as if he were speaking from personal experience. While I felt proud at his words, something struck me as odd. The way he said "disrespectful son's" made me think he had dealt with a few. I wondered if that had anything to do with me.

Evelyn's POV The cool water was refreshing on my heated skin. We've been traveling for days, yet I am still not ready to reach the Council of Alphas. The council convenes every 10 years to discuss alliances. As an Alpha's daughter I am expected to attend, and most likely wither away from boredom during the meetings. Another disadvantage of being an Alpha's daughter and being made to attend the council is that many families will force their children into arranged marriages. It's the last point that has my stomach in a twist. Being the daughter of an Alpha means I am to be used as a means of alliance and building bonds with other packs, even though we all have a fated mate waiting for us somew

letting her go wrecks my insides. She’s much too young to be my mate. Walking into my brother Alpha Alexander’s tent, I see the girl he took and claimed as his tied to the bed her clothes are ripped away from her and she just lays there. Her eyes shift to me and I look away. “Ah my brother, how was the Forrest line anyone get away”? I bow my head and address my alpha. “No my Alpha. The border was secure and I managed to catch the ones fleeting.” I say my head still bowed. “Excellent, anyone of importance”? He asks. I look up at him. A mother and daughter, I explained. “The mother will be useful with house work in my home bring her to me,” he says as he walks over to the girl tied to his bed

Lauren blurted out and I let the silence envelope us first. "Like I said, Lauren. None of you would understand but I need to do this," I said and my voice became firmer than I thought was possible. "Because I need to feel like I'm worth something, not just as the Alpha’s daughter, but as a warrior. And Elvis’s pack is the only one offering me that chance right now." Lucia folded her arms, smiling mischievously. I couldn't tell what was running through her mind. "So, you are running away from home,” Lucia fired.

The redheaded woman practically purrs when she walks up to him, and he places a finger under her chin, lifting her head with a cold smile. “Such a good little kitty you are.” He says, his voice cold. She purrs even more. “They refused to denounce the pack.” She remarks, smirking at me. Her eyes glittering with spite and smugness. “Well, we’ll have to talk about that later. Those are the alarms. They know you are gone. Come on, let's go. Alpha wants to see you.” I raise an eyebrow. “I thought your Alpha knew nothing of what you are doing, other than the contract with the Powell’s, which he thought was legal?” I state, crossing my arms. He stares at me for a brief moment, but then he shrugs.

“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.

Alpha Stefan. He stood in the doorway like a shadow come to life, his presence consuming the room. I could feel it immediately, the way the air seemed to freeze in his wake. His eyes, cold and unfeeling, swept over me with the precision of a predator sizing up its prey. And I was prey. I always had been. His voice was low, cold, and it sent a shiver down my spine. "You’re nothing more than payment for your father’s debts. You will be my Luna, and you will breed. Nothing more, nothing less."

She had always known this day would come—**the day she was told to accept her fate. Her father, **Alpha Jackson**, had made it clear since her youth that she was not like the others. She was not a warrior, not a rogue, not even a beta with some semblance of choice. She was a daughter of the Alpha, a princess in a kingdom ruled by dominance and blood. And more than that—**she was already claimed.** A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. Dane. Her **mate.** Her **bond.**

the Alpha sneered. "You brought this animal into our clan. She is neither human nor wolf. And if she is not worthy of her fated mate, she is worthy of nothing." "She is my daughter!" my father roared. "She is an abomination," the Alpha countered, his voice dropping to a lethal growl. "She leaves by sunset. Or she dies." I touched the jagged scar on my cheek. The reminder of the time I fought marauders at the Flintwood Sugar Plantation. I had bled for this pack. I had fought for them.

Have they always looked at me like this, or is my mind just racing after everything Asher said? This isn’t my home. The thought twists painfully in my mind. If Asher is right, and I really am the Alpha’s daughter from the Blood Moon Pack, then that would place a target squarely on my back. Asher never did say which pack killed my father, who his enemies were. Could it… could it be the New Moon Pack—my home pack?