The Delta's Daughter Novels & Stories

“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.

I would have never taken a mistress, my mate was the only woman I would ever want and need. This is the reason I now find myself looking for the sister of Finnegan Artos. Morgan, the last true witch in Andora. For Lamia, for my Queen - No one else. It’s because she asked, that I am here searching for a girl no one has seen with only Finnegan’s description and the diary of a dead woman to guide me. Find her and bring her home. That was all I had to do. ***Book 4 of The Delta's Daughter series: HUNJI a broken wolf & the last witch of Andora is to be released at the end of September***

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.

Over the past three weeks, the massive Delta had become something close to a friend, or at least a reliable source of information about the Ring's politics. "Heard you're fighting Viper tonight," he said without preamble. "That's what Lena told me." I finished the wrap on my left hand, started on my right. "What do you know about her?" "Delta-level, specializes in joint locks and submission holds. She's not as strong as some, she's technical. Patient." He paused. "Waits for you to make a mistake, capitalizes ruthlessly." "She's also connected to the Silverpaw pack. Not a full member, she does contract work for them."

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?”

The crowd of villagers parted and the man who was an Alpha glared at me, his lip curling up in hostility. “And who the fuck are you to tell an Alpha what to do, little wolf?” he growled. “I’m the Delta’s Daughter and I’m telling you now, unhand these villagers or this man will unleash my beast,” I said, pointing at Rhett who was gathering himself off the ground. That was always my answer when I was asked who I was. Not Alpha, not Queen, but the Delta’s Daughter. That was the name I had become known as throughout the werewolf kingdom and beyond: The Delta’s Daughter, a title that was fast becoming a legend.

So I turned and followed him into the house. I could hear a man and woman yelling at the warriors inside and they were obviously the parents. I didn’t blame them for being so upset. But once they saw Ethan walk in, they stopped yelling. They weren’t going to disrespect the Alpha. Not even with their 14 year old daughter missing. Ethan was shown straight to the girls’ bedroom and I went into the kitchen where her parents are. “Hi. I’m Summer. I know that you’ve probably heard of me, but I wanted to introduce myself. Listen, if anyone is going to find your daughter then it will be Alpha Ethan. I know that.” I explained.