The Pack's Daughter Novels & Stories

Callum replied shyly before burying his face in his mother’s shoulder when she took him back. The interaction was so genuine and heartwarming that I almost wished it would never end. It reminded me of what true Pack bonds looked like—filled with warmth, love, and shared joy. As the Silver Claw Pack was shown inside, the final guests arrived: Alpha Draven and his daughter, Princess Thalia, from the Amethyst Pack. Their car was sleek and colored black with purple accents, a clear nod to their Pack’s name.

“That’s the fucking Alpha’s daughter, shitheads. And if he finds out you laid a hand on his precious girl, he’ll have your manhoods nailed to the packhouse wall.” The words landed like a blade across their bravado. For a moment, genuine fear flickered in their eyes. But one of them straightened, a sneer tugging at his mouth. “You think we’re fools? Everyone knows the Alpha keeps his daughter locked in the packhouse. No way she’s out here.”

A Luna for the Pack members standing behind me who were just as anxious to have a Luna. Yet she was behaving like a brat who had her toy plucked from her. I squeezed her hand once again, trying to get her attention on me. “Your Pack is watching you,” I murmur as her mother and father glance around to see the concerned look of my Pack members. They move closer wanting to dismantle this outrage their daughter is exhibiting.

Daciana’s P.O.V Mother and I returned to my bedroom after the elders passed their judgment. She was fuming with rage, but never said a word. We got inside the room and she began packing my clothes into a bag without looking at me. “What are you doing?” I asked her, but she didn’t answer. “Mother,” I called, but again, she didn’t answer. “Stop ignoring me, Mother. What are you doing?” I demanded. She sighed, wiping a teardrop from her eyes. “The Elders just passed their judgment declaring the heir of the pack a rogue. If word gets out to the villagers that you killed your father–they’ll burn you alive.”

I ask the Elders from the other packs who have approached me. One of them finally speaks, “They’re quite secretive about their pack but I believe theirs has been the only pack that wasn’t infiltrated. They guard their secrets with a fierce tenacity. But I do know that they had some dealings with witches which allowed them to remain safe from his organisation.” He pauses before continuing. “I would stay wary of the daughter, though. She is said to be the pack’s most guarded possession.” “Because of her looks?” I ask, curiously.

"You get them to safety. Promise me." "As you wish, your Majesty." The Valkyrie pounced on my mates and I ripped my hand from Caspian's, sprinting to the edge of Katharine's power. I heard them scream my name. Heard Caspian cursing each one of my girls and Julian roaring that they were dooming me. Mikaela cried, her sobs almost breaking her chest open. But I focused on my daughter instead. On the power vibrating off of her in great waves. "It is you and me until the very end, baby girl."

This pack needs a luna there are things she would be better at dealing with than I am. She clears her throat, reclining provocatively on my desk. With a subtle movement, she crosses one leg over the other side of my chair. “As you know, I am to top fighter out of our warriors. I am the former beta’s daughter. I know this pack better than anyone. And I can help you with you plans to take over the pack, not to mention … I know exactly how you like to fuck,” she finishes smirking victoriously as she stares at my crotch.

"You, get out." The shaman's tent smelled of herbs. The old, white-haired woman was poring over ancient texts. "Shaman, why has the Heart of the Pack failed?" Nolan placed the crystal in front of her. She studied it for a long moment, then slowly shook her head. "The Heart has not failed," she rasped, her ancient eyes fixing on him. "It has rejected you." "What do you mean?" "The Heart of the Pack requires the blood-heir's genuine consent." The shaman turned a page of ancient parchment. "Della gave you her blood, but not her will. Her hatred has become a lock around the power, and you, Nolan, handed her the key."

My parents approached the railing and waited for the crowd to quiet. “I wanted to thank you all for coming to celebrate our daughter's return. We're very thankful to have her back at the Spirit Walkers pack. We truly thank the Goddess for making that happen; without her, our daughter would have been lost to us forever. I can assure you there will be some exciting announcements tonight, so be sure to stick around. Some of you had the privilege of seeing our daughter fight yesterday, but you will all be able to meet her tonight. It is my pleasure to formally introduce our daughter, Eva Branson, who will be working as co-Alpha for our pack very soon,” my father's voice filled the space.

“He is lead alpha in name alone, but Abigail has been fulfilling the role and it is with her that the pack’s loyalty truly lies. They see those that work for them. August is leader in title alone.” “Particularly when it comes to the she-wolves,” Dan agreed. “Down here,” he took the next hall and paused by a door. They all evaluated the length of the hallway to the heavy door at the end. “That’s the way out,” he confirmed to Sigrid. “Not so far,” she replied confidently and knocked on the door. The pretty woman that opened it had done a good job at hiding the bruises on her face, but they were there for an experienced eye in the puffiness of skin, the redness of eye, and the uneven lip line.