The Daughter Of The Wolf Executor Novels & Stories

“A wolfless wolf is worse than a pure human to some, baby. Most wolfless wolves live fully in the human world because they don’t want to stay in a pack where all wolves look down on them. Even omegas are considered better. A beta’s daughter without a wolf has awful implications. Your father died shamefully because he killed an alpha and luna. Your mother didn’t want you to suffer the same stigma, so she tried to hide your identity.” “I don’t know if your pack would accept me if they knew I am the daughter of a wolf who killed their alpha and luna.” All thoughts about her origin were sinking in just now. She had been blinded by Rufus's affection. “They already know the whole story, baby, and

As I said not even the Dark Lord himself can stop me. How can your tiny kindness stop me? Try me but you won’t win. However, I m enjoying every moment right now. I m loving the moment where one she-wolf is lying to her packs. Moreover, she is not an ordinary she-wolf. She is the daughter of the great Alpha Drake and great Luna Drusilla. She is betraying her kind. Not only I was saved but I can see conflicts in between their packs. And how lovely is that? I can now no longer wait to make her fall in love. Debra, brace yourself. I m coming for you.

Jared concluded and my father nodded. "Jared's right. You'll feel pain but you won't die. Rio is the best choice for you. Aiden will only hold you down and that's not what you need. You're Alpha Lundamous's daughter. You don't — " I couldn't listen to them anymore so I dashed out of the room and out of the packhouse as I shifted into my crimson-coloured wolf. I couldn't do this.

“Free?” She nodded, then stood and began to pace slowly, arms folded behind her back like she was reciting a tale she knew too well. “My pack. The Everglen.” Her eyes flicked to me. “We border your woods. Just a few miles southeast of the old riverbeds.” I frowned, trying to recall. The Everglen... I’d heard the name before. “You’re saying you know the alpha enough to command his army?” “I’m her daughter, actually,” she corrected. “My mother’s the current Alpha. And yes, we’ve been watching Wolfdom for years now. Watching Don…well, Hunter now, isn’t it?” She rolled her eyes.

The wolf girl who allied herself with the enemies went down the dungeon and visited the new prisoner. That was when he realized he wasn’t just an ordinary prisoner. He is the beta’s second son. Leo Hunter. He listened to their arguing, and it was like he was given new strength, stronger than before. "You are my family. But your family destroyed mine. And, now, now that you found Aria, now that you found the granddaughter of the person who had my mother executed, I couldn't bear it anymore," the girl said. There was only one person executed in their pack, and she was executed in the order of Blake’s father. His daughter’s grandfather.

He says. "Okay. What's your point?" I ask, getting very frustrated at this point. Why can't anything just be easy? "One of the missing wolves is from the Northern Werewolf Kingdom." He says quietly. "What pack? I need to call King Arnald and find a way to contact the parents." I say, my diplomatic instincts kicking in as I reach into my back pocket, pull out my phone, and start to walk out and back to my office to make a difficult call. "The Royal Pack. It's the Royal Betas' only daughter." He says, his voice barely above a whisper at this point. His words make me stop in my tracks, and I have to sit down.

Aurora’s POV: “I was the daughter of a rogue wolf. My father was a Beta and he had tried to go against the Alpha of our pack. He was banished and stripped of his position. It happened when I was only eight years old but the stigma followed me all my life. Everywhere I went, I was called the daughter of a traitor and a lot of people must have thought of me as a traitor too.”

After seeing that I was serious he jumped forward and grabbed me, inhaling deeply. “A wolf,” he said, cocking his head to the side. “Not just any wolf, daughter of Councilor Black,” I said, running my hand through my hair. It was going to fall out at this rate. “Isn’t she a vamp,” he questioned, and I explained he had two daughters. I told him about her a bit, what little I knew. Her age, her innocence. I didn’t need to tell him how unbelievably fucked I was, he knew that straightaway.

“Thank you… for sparing my life…” His voice trembled with relief. I looked down at him. “You should thank your grandson,” I said coldly. “Unless you would have been dead by now.” His breathing hitched. “But you will not go unpunished.” I stepped back, planting my feet firmly against the stone. The courtyard quieted again. “Henceforth, Grayson Marcel,” I declared, my voice resonating with authority that did not need flames to prove it, “by the power bestowed in me as the Phoenix Wolf, and the true ruler and daughter of this pack—”

“This is my fault. I lost you. I lost you.” Before I could even react, a woman came up behind him with tears already running down her face. “My daughter,” she said. “Come home with me.” That was how I learned the truth. When I was three, my brother had taken me into the forest to catch rabbits. I wandered off. They searched for me until the snow came down too hard to track my scent. The bloodline verification confirmed everything. I was not wolfless. The Ashbourne line had a sealed-blood awakening. Our wolves did not fully wake without a family rite.