The Delta's Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

I wave at her. "She's Eliza." She turns to her daughter, "dear, this is Luna Stacy. Come on, greet her." She urges. "Hi, Luna." Her tiny voice said. •• "Your mate is a delta?" I asked, sitting on the couch. Sophia sat beside me, Eliza playing on the floor. Lots of other children were playing too, with their mothers on their watch but still having a conversation with others. The pack house is quite nice but noisy. "Yes, it's basically like being another beta but with lesser load work."

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!”

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

And as if Ivy heard me and recognised her name, she stirred, a soft coo escaped her lips. Lucian and Irene's Ivy. Lucian held Ivy high, very careful with the way he handled her. He spoke in the same authoritative voice of an Alpha. “I welcome you all to this gathering. We are here to announce the birth of our daughter.” He declared. “This is Icy Lucille Frey, the daughter of Quick River Pack Alpha. A child that is born of the Alpha blood, born of strength and love.” A chorus not too loud broke the arena. Ivy didn't stir, instead, she was as cool as ever. She would be used to the noise soon. This was going to be her home forever.

That petite body of hers, those plump pink lips, so inviting and seductive, her innocent looks… Yet, somehow she had this strong aura that could make any man obey her orders with just as much as a wink. I was doomed, but I was starting to make peace with my decision. Colby would have to forgive me for doing this, but I would also guarantee he would be proud of me for making his daughter happy. I was going to at least try. No matter how broken or damaged I was, or how f*cked up my life was. For Rosie, I would try my hardest. As we finally headed inside to start getting ready for the night, I let her go ahead first and take a shower since she’d need more time to have her hair and makeup done.

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

I say, stopping exactly three paces from her. David flinches at my tone, his small shoulders bunching up. He shifts his weight, his bare feet digging into the gravel at the edge of the car park. "He is not an omega," Betty says. Her voice drops an octave, dangerous and low. "He is a delta's son. Or have you forgotten how to read a bloodline?" Before I can answer, a heavy thud echoes from the corner of the training shed. A small, unruly blur of grey trousers and muddy boots comes barrelling round the woodpile. It is a second child, no older than five, his face streaked with soot and grease.

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

Since then, he and his ancestors have fallen upon him to hunt them down and try to eliminate them and prevent them from going outside the Bermuda Triangle in vain, until she appears, the flame of hope that they have been waiting for centuries gone by, they hear about in the legends that his mother used to tell him, the tale of the daughter of the sun, a woman born from The light of its rays, its blood carries miracles, capable of burning entire cities, including them, leaving them to ashes, no one can confront them, and there is no weapon on the face of the earth capable of stopping them. And here he stands in her presence, separated only by a fragile glass, bearing witness to her suffering,

he palmed his face behaving like a lady who got proposed to by her crush. COLORADO'S RESIDENT. "That was so absurd of you Delta Colorado, that could have ruined our reputation, the daughter of a noble, drinking herself into a stupor, what more do you want the media to say huh?" Mr. Colorado shouted at the top of his lungs, strong veins popping out of his head, as he watched his daughter, who sat on the sofa in the living room with tear-filled eyes. Delta wasn't crying because her dad was yelling at her, but because of the pain Corbin had caused her 'If only Ida had traveled out of Texas, if only....she would have been the one in Corbin's arms.