The Walking Dead Alpha Daughter Novels & Stories

She nodded again, meeting my eyes for just a second before lowering them again. “If you don’t want to fall on that pretty face of yours, you need to look in front of you, Claire,” I chuckled. She immediately looked up. Her lips parted slightly, surprised, but she didn’t say anything. “Are you a Lycan or werewolf?” “Werewolf,” she answered softly, barely above a whisper. “M-My Daddy is the Alpha of the Bloodrose Pack.” An Alpha’s daughter with no backbone? I raised a brow, observing her as we continued walking. She was so quiet, yet so sweet—I just wanted to wrap my arms around her and protect her so no one could ever hurt her again—and I would.

"I'm well aware of the festivities going on inside each pack. Who is the real Alpha's daughter? And I'm not talking about Alpha Summers. I'm talking about Alpha Rickart." "Pffft." Valerie snickers. "Who else? The Alpha's Daughter is me." Startled at Valerie's sudden response, I follow, "What are you talking about, Val? I'm the real Alpha's daughter." "No, I was born first. That makes me the real Alpha's daughter." "SHUT IT," the werewolf commands. "What Noir wants, Noir gets. Now, which is it?" Noir? Who the hell is Noir? Was there an Alpha called Noir?

"Alex, shut up! Haven't you heard the old saying that the enemy of your enemy is your friend? So you knew that Rose had a wolf and didn't tell me?" "Oh, I forgot to tell you that she is the daughter of the late Alpha Austin and Luna Nancy of Southern Wilderness Pack." "What?!" I couldn't believe my ears. How did that useless slave suddenly become an Alpha's daughter? If It's true, why didn't she fight back all this time and willingly get beaten so badly? Something was definitely amiss here.

I felt energized a little by my wolf, and we got there in less than 2 hours. I desperately wanted to see my family, but I chose not to go there first. I didn't need anyone to tell me the mockery and scorn I'd face if I visited the pack mansion where they lived. At the pack’s gate, I encountered big and burly men whom I'd never seen before. They seemed oblivious when I mentioned being Alpha Williams' daughter. Didn't they recognize their Alpha anymore? After pleading extensively and assuring them I wasn't a spy, they reluctantly let me in.

I shouted, "Luna Layla! Even though I'm a fake, I'm also Alpha Raymond's daughter; I'm the one who celebrated the wedding with Darian. You have no right to hit me like that arbitrarily!" I suddenly yelled, startling Luna Layla, halting slightly but quickly becoming more angry. She said coldly, "You dare bring that out to threaten me? In name, the one who married Darian is Violet, not you. More than that, even though you're Alpha Raymond's daughter, you're an abandoned daughter. You have no right to threaten me with those things. Alpha Raymond won't dare say anything if I kill you now!" Luna Layla's words were actual, which made my heart ache a little more. From the moment I agreed to deal wi

I watched my step-siblings stumble through their mistakes and be met with patience, with forgiveness, with love that asked nothing in return. They were protected simply for existing. I was the Alpha’s daughter by blood alone — in every other way, an outsider standing just past the edge of belonging. If my own father could look past my suffering, why would anyone else bother to see it? So today was never going to be an ordinary birthday. Today, before the sun went down, my wolf was supposed to wake.

“I will take you to Michael and stay with you if I can.” I knock on my father's office door, “Come in, Layla; I want you to meet someone.” He motions for Diana to leave; I put on my happy face and smile at the two men; Michael’s fingers are cruel with the intent to harm as he grips my shoulder, saying, “Gentleman, this is my daughter Layla; Layla, Alpha Lucian, and his son Isaac.” Bending my head in submission to Alpha Lucian, I can see his son smirking, watching my every move. He can't think for himself. His father would guide his every action. Acting on instinct and stepping closer to Isaac, I put my hand out to shake his.

He asked. “You can’t come between mates. The werewolf council will hang you. Alpha Ethan will rip you to shreds.” I insisted. “What the hell makes you think he wants to be mated to my daughter anyway? I’m doing you a favour.” He says. “He wants me dad. He is coming to get me.” I say. And his head snapped back at Alpha James and then back at me. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing that the ballroom is being prepped as we speak.” My father said in a scarily calm voice.

The alpha produced a needle from his pocket and stabbed his daughter’s thigh, even while the other needle was already jammed in his thighs, pumping loads and loads of wolfbane into his system in such a lethal dose that no wolf could survive it. “The fucker!” Kane yelled, kicking the syringe out of his hands. But it was too late; the damage had already been done, and the alpha fell on his side, white foam spewing from his mouth. Kane heard a dull thud, and he watched in slow motion as his mate crumpled to the floor beside her father. Wet trails of tears were still visible on her face, and he shook his head. “What have I done to deserve this?”

"For how can the daughter of an Alpha end up in a place like this?" Rae's cheeks reddened and she looked away. So they didn't believe her. She should have guessed. Then again, if they had, she wouldn't be here. They would have made arrangements to send her back to BloodMoon. She asked the female, "Is it that hard to believe?" "Future Lunas don't wander the wood's by themselves. No Alpha's child has ever become a rogue. That simply doesn't happen." "You don't know how wrong you are," Rae said bitterly. "I am the daughter of an Alpha. My father was the Alpha of BloodMoon. My sister was mated to Negan of StonePaw."