The Lost Daughter Novels & Stories

She couldn’t imagine losing a child. Even one who had made terrible mistakes. Lucien rested a hand on Victor’s shoulder. The older man looked up. “I failed everyone.” Lucien shook his head. “No.” Victor laughed bitterly. “I protected the wrong person.” “You loved your son.” Victor lowered his eyes. “And because of that…” He whispered, “I lost my daughter.” Aurora looked at him. “What?” Victor closed his eyes. “Your mother.” The room fell silent. “The day I protected Adrian…”

I can see fear creeping up to him. “Let’s see. I want you dead” - Gabe says and Alex’s eyes meet his. “B...but I have a daughter” - he says “I could care less about that” - Gabe replies “She’ll be better off without a shit of father like you” - I say “Please don’t kill me, I’ll do whatever you want” - he says “Okay, so I want to keep you tied up in a cell receives a beating every day for the rest of your life as you receive constant updates on how happy Amelia is with me and our little daughter” - I say

***************************************************************************** On the fourth day, the first thing Harold did after he opened his eyes, was to ask about his daughter and surprisingly within half an hour, Harry managed to bring her to his father’s room. Harold broke into tears seeing his daughter come into his room on her wheelchair. He grabbed her hand and began to cry hysterically. “You are my angel. I never thought you would forgive me..” He cried into her hands. “After your mother died, I came back to Manhattan in search for you, I swear. I wanted to take you back with me but you were nowhere to be found.”

I'm the Alpha of the strangest pack in the world, if I need someone to disaper then all I have to do is give the word and that person will never be seen or heard of ever agen. She looks me dead in the eyes and says, "I'd like to see you fucking try something my dad will have your ass if anything happend to me!" "So what are you, Daddy's little princess? If so I don't see how in the hell he would let you walk out of the house dressed like that. Do you know how many boys I had to chase off because they were looking at what is mine?"

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

He shut up. Good. She stepped inside without waiting for permission. Caleb sputtered behind her. “This is my—Amara, you can’t just—” “I know, Caleb.” Her voice was ice. “I know everything.” His face drained. “W‑what are you talking about?” She turned slowly, eyes burning. “The baby you told me died,” she said, each word measured, lethal. “The child you said I lost.” She stepped closer. “My daughter.” Caleb’s breath hitched. “Amara—listen—”

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

Anya said flatly. Ronan studied her for a long moment. “You’re not your mother,” he said, tone not unkind. “Eva was… clever. But she knew when to vanish.” Anya stood slowly. Straightened. “I’m not vanishing.” She crossed to him, her voice low. “I have a daughter. And I’ve been silent my whole life. If legacy can’t survive the truth, it deserves to burn.” Ronan’s expression didn’t change. But when he left, he said only:

“I’ll never see him again.” He nodded, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and regret. He had won, he knew, but he knew he had also lost something, something precious, something irreplaceable. He had lost his daughter’s love, he had lost her trust, he had lost a part of himself. Hilary left her father’s office, her body trembling, her mind reeling, her heart heavy with sorrow. She ran to her room, her footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway, her tears falling freely, her sobs muffled by the pillows. She had never felt so alone, so betrayed, so heartbroken.

I feel it bloom through me as I adjust my stance head up as I walk more purposfully through the crowds. “She’s back,” someone whispers. “She’s alive,” another murmurs. I keep putting one foot in front of the other. Erin looks back at me with a smile and Asher squuezes me hand to keep me moving forward. “Mommy, who’s that? She’s pretty,” I hear a little girl say, her voice sweet and curious. “Hush,” her mother replies in a whisper. “That’s the lost Alpha’s daughter.” A small smile tugs at my lips. For the first time in years, I feel it. I’m home.