The Governors Daughter Novels & Stories

Sophia Leonidas. ‘You do recognise me.’ ‘Barely. Theé mou—’ His eyes swept her frame. ‘You’ve—grown.’ He remembered her as a gangly blonde who still had to grow into her lean body. An awkward teenager completely dominated by her overprotective father. A pampered princess never allowed out of her heavily guarded palace. Stay away from my daughter, Andino. It was the unspoken threat that had made him determined to talk to her. Just thinking of the name Leonidas was enough to ruin his day and now here was the daughter, standing in his office.

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.

Alpha Stanley says shaking Alpha Xander’s hand, “and who do we have here? Surely these beauties are mated already!” “This is my daughter Marci, Beta Marcus’s daughter Callie, and Gamma Dave’s daughter Celeste. They will be your tour guides tonight and show you all the sights and highlights of our town. Please enjoy your evening! We can discuss business in the morning.” Alpha Xander introduces us and encourages us all to head back out the door. “That’s awfully kind of you Alpha Xander. Thank you for your hospitality,” Beta Daniel chimes into the conversation. “Have a good evening ladies!” Luna Leslie says as we all leave.

“What’s her name? Dad’s secretary?” “Olivia?” Catherine and I said in choir. Then I felt the need to correct that. “She’s Quentin’s secretary. Not mine.” “Yeah, her.” Catherine nodded and looked a bit sad, and I wanted to slap both Jakeand myself in the head. I knew why he didn’t like going canoeing or even going on a boat. He couldn’t swim. Why didn’t I think of that? “Uhm... Maybe I can take you?” I offered awkwardly, and Marty glanced at her husband, hopeful. He shrugged.

And since I am not working in the Fantell anymore, then there’s no problem checking up with my boyfriend. “Can I really do that?” I asked. “Of course!” father answered quickly. “But take at least two guards with you.” My heart skipped a beat and the corner of my lips dropped low. If I take two guards with me, then that means I will attract attention too much. “Harriet,” dad said. In the stern tone, my eyes seek curiously at his solemn face. “You are not the secretary of the chairman or Zion anymore. Now, you are my daughter,” he said with an authority.

“Mr. Caleb asked if you could personally handle the flower arrangements. He said they need to match the governor’s daughter’s dress.” Zoey’s hands stilled for just a second. “The governor’s daughter?” she repeated slowly, something sharp flickering in her chest. “Yes, ma’am. She’ll be attending tonight.” Zoey frowned slightly, confusion settling in. The governor’s daughter? At this party? That wasn’t normal. That wasn’t random. But she pushed it down, forcing herself to stay focused. “I’ll take care of it,” she said quietly. “Thank you.” Before she could think more about it, Caleb walked in.

It made betraying her easier. But I had learned long ago that the most dangerous people were never loud. Silence was refinement. Stillness was calculation. I’d heard of Vittoria long before Stefano drove through my gates. Whispers in meetings. Mentions in intercepted conversations. The Don’s daughter who watched and never spoke. The girl who stood beside her father not as decoration, but as presence. Women raised in violence did not grow up fragile. They grew up precise. If she truly had been kept untouched, it was not purity, it was control. Christian Guerra had protected something valuable. Or volatile.

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.

They were banned from entering my office building and all combat command locations. Alexander was warned to stop making false claims about our mate bond or face consequence from the Goddess's representatives. The council's message was clear—harassing a pack Gamma meant serious consequences. Sophia posted more dramatic events on social media: "A daughter using her position to bully loyal parents... Money isn't everything... True family forgives each other..." Alexander joined in: "A mate who abandons their partner during a family crisis needs to remember the sacred bond they share..." The comments were vicious:

They make Jason and I pose all over the house for pictures, and Jason has actually gained a few points for being so tolerant of the whole embarrassing ordeal. "Okay, we really have to go, or the limo is going to leave," I finally say when I can't stand it anymore. "We still have to pick up Chloe and her date." "The driver will wait," my father says, pulling me in for a hug as we walk toward the foyer to make our exit. "You look beautiful. Have a good time. And no drinking. Or drugs." "Dad. Please." Behind my dad, Tor is glaring at Jason with his you better not mess with our girl or I'll kill you face, and I make a warning expression back at him to stop.