The Delta's Daughter Novels & Stories

Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I moved to her bedside on silent feet, not wanting to disturb the precious rest she so desperately needed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to brush a stray curl from her forehead, her skin was so cool beneath my touch. *What a pity soul,* I thought, the words catching in my throat like a sob. I don't want to lose my daughter. I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to die. And Marcus, where was Marcus when our daughter needed him most? The thought brought a fresh wave of anger, hot and sharp. While I sat vigil beside our dying child, he was probably somewhere else which I

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

She walked away before he could see what that did to her. She kept her chin up and her pace even all the way through the yard, past the wolves who tracked her with their eyes without turning their heads, past the gate and down the side path toward the infirmary. She was Roric Vael's daughter and she had learned to walk as if nothing touched her before she was twelve years old. She had almost made it inside when the door ahead of her opened, and the last person she wanted to see stepped out of it. He stopped when he saw her. His eyes moved over her face once, and she knew her expression hadn't quite settled back to where she wanted it. She had been a second too slow.

"That's exactly what you said. Don't regret this." ... The ballroom was warm and loud when I pushed through the heavy doors. Chandeliers blazed overhead. Father's cigar smoke curled toward the ceiling. They were celebrating—Bianca's confirmation as Blackwell heir, her takeover of the East Coast operations starting Monday. My arrival dropped the temperature in the room. Mother stood at the head table, champagne flute in hand. Her smile cracked when she saw me. "Gemma?" She set down the glass. Her hand landed on my drenched shoulder, light as dusting off a coat. "You're soaking. Why didn't you call ahead?"

Although it was early in the night, a large portion of wolves had found their mates, and were dancing softly together, or had exited the ball early to be alone together. “Alpha Evander, Luna Ida,” my father greeted, and all three of us bowed. “Betas Marley and Imara,” Evander grinned. It sounded strange to hear my parent’s names; I always thought of them as mum and dad. “And who’s this?” Luna Ida asked, peering inquisitively at me. “This is our daughter, the Young Beta Arienne,” my dad said. I bowed again. “It’s an honour to meet you,” I said, nodding to each of them in turn.

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?

She moves further into the room, snatching the flowers from me, "Why do I have a feeling my daughter is the flower thief?" "Romeo is finally coming back from his stupid business trip tomorrow." I defend, following behind her when she begins to move to the dresser, "I needed to make something special to welcome him. You don't expect me to go all the way to that expensive florist when I have a beautiful garden just behind my window, right?" The corner of her lips twitches into a lazy smile as she opens up one of the miscellaneous perfume bottles on the table, spraying one of them into the flower bunch.

says the other guard "Please, my lady, I need a job. My father was killed, and my uncle took over the family business and is trying to sell me into marriage to a noble, but I don't want to marry him, so please give me a job," she says "Who are you?" I ask, " I am Revdea Ubris, the Daughter of Nyx," she says as I look at her in surprise because all the gods and goddesses have at least one mortal descendant or child, except Nyx, at least until now

I froze for a moment and shot around, “Daughter…?” She nodded, “I want to bless you both. I have someone extraordinary planned for her. Your daughter,” “Nuray.” I cut her off, “Her name is Nuray.” She smiled, “Nuray will be a great she-wolf, a powerful wolf.” I thought for a moment, my husband is a Beta; does this mean that she’ll be with an Alpha? My brain rushed with hundreds of questions. “Are you ready to meet your daughter?” I nodded but then thought for a second,

It wasn’t going to come easily and I still felt that resentment, but I couldn’t fight the protective feeling I felt for her either. She chuckled, dropping her head to the floor. “Of course you won’t.” “Valene?” Ares approached with an almost bewildered gaze. “Hey.” “Is everything okay? Delta's daughter…what happened?” “She did,” I replied, nudging my head in Harlyn’s direction. Ares appeared intrigued by this. “The bad little sister takes one for the team, I see. Impressive-” “Ares, no, it’s not,” I cut him off. “This is bad.”