The Delta's Daughter Novels & Stories

"You can’t make me." Her father took a slow step forward. "You are my daughter," he said. "And you will obey." A shiver ran down her spine. Lina took a step back. "You promised me a choice," she whispered. "You said—" "I said you had **duties.** And you do." His voice was cold, final. "You think you can run from this, Lina? That you can run from your mate?" She clenched her fists. "Dane isn’t my mate. He’s my **prison.**"

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?"

Hours have passed, and the late afternoon was spent with the young ones are having the time of their life with their ice cream and sweets while the adults like me are having a nice glass of beer and wine and some charred meat to pair with. One of the Beta’s five-year-old sons came up to me, “Where’s Deanna?” My heart almost skipped a beat at the unabashed worry in his eyes. I panicked at first, but when I spotted a little girl with neck-length blonde hair by the river playing with the water, I exhaled. Relief washed through me and Beta Hestia noticed it, she patted my back. I half-way turned my head to Beta Lucas to ask him about the Omega who gave him a nice ride last night when in the corn

, I say with a big smile. “So, going back to the subject, why are you so worried about what happened?” He finally asked me. “Marix told me about a conversation she overheard between Carolina and my father,” I started. “What do you mean?” He asked again. “She overheard them saying that basically, they could get rid of her, and I can find a chosen worthy of being a Delta Female, not a weak one like her,” I paraphrased what Marix told me. “Shit, that’s roughly what Dawn told me. As if your dad should know better. He was the previous Delta and now is a fucking elder. We obey the will of the goddess. What makes him think of something like that?” He questioned.

the delta explained. Her eyes went back to me. “If something happened to River, I will not forgive you, Your Majesty. You will regret it.” The fire in her eyes told me she would make her threat. “Are you done? If you are, you can go. You should be grateful I am controlling me not to hurt you.” “You can hurt me all you want. But I never back down from bastards like you. Damn you!” she hissed and stormed out of my office. The delta looked at me apologetically. “Forgive her, Your Majesty. It’s just River that meant so much to her. They were like sworn sisters. River bought her from Henderson.”

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

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.