Novel & Cerita The Delta's Daughter

But she was not where I had left her. "Where is the Beta's daughter?" I gasped. The deltas looked at me in confusion before one of them came forward. "The Beta asked that his daughter be taken care of in her room," she supplied. "We have moved all the supplies there for more comfort. The Beta..." But that was as much as I could hear; my ears were ringing. Before giving the delta a chance to finish, I was off again. Then I bumped into someone. I looked up to see blue eyes staring down at me.

Real mother of the year. My breath caught. I was aware of my appearance, messy hair, red eyes, but I did not deserve this. "Don't do this. Where is she, please, tell me where she is.” "I don't care," he snapped. "You're an omega. Weak. Pathetic. And your daughter too--wolfless and useless.” I had not time to answer, when I heard a voice behind him, which I knew was his. " urgh... she is back?

Sonia looked at her with quiet curiosity, waiting. Emily spoke slowly. "I was the daughter of a Delta back then. Not high enough to command everyone, but respected. I was also the fiancée of the Alpha's heir apparent-Jerome. Everyone expected me to be the future Luna." She paused and smiled bitterly. "Natalie? She wasn't anyone. Her father was a former pack guard. Her mother worked in the kitchen. They were Omegas. She walked with her head down, always too quiet, too scared to speak. People didn't even notice her most of the time."

“You don’t want to ask me a question? Fine. I’m going to prove to you that I’m Lucia.” I wiped the tears from my face with the back of my hand and cleared my throat. “My name is Lucia Hill. I’m the daughter of the Alpha and Luna of the fallen pack, the Thunder pack. I was born sick and was homeschooled all my life.” I began, and my real mother stopped humming. “Dad used to love playing the piano and he tried to teach me every chance he got but I was terrible at playing.” I continued, and she slowly turned her attention to me.

“The Celestial Waters alpha, Alpha Varuna, was defiant. He had ten children lost. He could not; however, forget sweet Cordelia, the omega maiden mated to Alpha Malakai.” My father said in a serious tone. “All the children of the Celestial Waters are my sons and daughters. Each like the precious pearls we pluck from the sea. You have my children and my heart breaks, but I cannot stand for your tyranny just to mend my own heart. You have already been careless with one of my precious rare pearls, throwing it away like the goddess means nothing.” My father nobly recited Alpha Varuna’s speech.

That was Alpha Kent, alpha of the Blackwater pack. He was a ruthless warrior, and ten years my senior. My mother must be joking. Just another example of her cruel and twisted sense of humor. I looked to my father in desperation, but he only looked back with sadness and pity in his eyes. He knew. This man knew what a mother was condemning her daughter to, and he was just watching it happen. My hands were clammy and I was breaking out into a cold sweat. My father began to walk in the direction after my mother and it was evident that I was expected to follow.

The night had settled over the city, soft and luminous, with lights shimmering like fireflies across the river. Lucian and I stood on our balcony, hands entwined, watching the world below. Our daughters—Aria, Arianna, and Arian—were finally asleep, their soft breathing a reminder of the life we had built together, a life full of love, laughter, and the quiet resilience that only comes from surviving storms.

I'd seen her at parent-teacher conferences—she always sat in the seat reserved for Tyler's parents. "Well, well, if it isn't the Werheimers. Heading in to make a scene?" Mom tightened her grip on the umbrella. "Miriam, we're here to file a legitimate appeal. This has nothing to do with you." Miriam Johnson tilted her head and gave a polished, practiced smile. "A legitimate appeal? The daughter of a criminal trying to get into the National Defense Academy—that's a joke at the expense of national security." "My daughter's biological father was a war hero!"

Her whispers got through to his ears, as his wolf flopped down, listless, silver eyes dulling and a drop of tears fell to his fur. “I don’t hate you.” Lancer quietly retorted, biting his lower lip. Ana's eyes curved, still with no sparkles like she once had. Just something… that of being relieved. One that children this age should have never learned, but was forced to learn. And it’s because of him.. that his daughter becomes a wolfless being on their pack, future bleak as she is to be ostracized and outcasted at her coming of age. “...” “So can you not be my dad anymore?”

she said with an evil grin and looked at my father. "The blood era is coming to an end. Our divine wolf is here," she said, "and she will liberate her people," and my father almost hit her but withdrew his strength. If he landed the blow, he would have succeeded in injuring or killing her. She was a delta breed, and he was alpha. Their strengths were not close at all. "What do you mean?" Beta Green asked Kendra. "The Massacre at the moon territory," she began, and I became scared. "The blue wolf was Desiree Dawson," she confessed, and my father roared, he looked at me and slammed me against the wall.