The Walking Dead Alpha Daughter Novels & Stories

Ezra slid in beside me and put the keys in the ignition. “Thank you,” I said. He nodded, looking forward. We drove into the night, the lights of the packhouse faded until he asked, “Why were you spared?” I looked at him. “From my pack's slaughter?” I clarified. He nodded once, still looking ahead. “I was-” I swallowed. “I am the Alpha’s daughter.” It was still hard to get out. I thought that was something he knew, or we talked about, but I think I was just used to everyone in the pack house knowing besides the guests.

It had its claws on top of Alpha’s chest and it growled in anger. “Daughter.” Alpha’s eyes filled with tears. It was Ellen. She moved away from the Alpha transformed back into a human. Dara ran towards her mother and put on her jacket on her mother. “You shouldn’t be here Mom.” Dara hugged her mother. “What?” the Alpha got shocked, “She is your daughter.” “Yes! She’s your granddaughter father.” Ellen spoke. “What is this happening?” the chief of the vampire interrupted, “You broke the rule. You were supposed to kill your daughter. You lied to your people.”

“The enemy Alpha of the west, Alpha Silva, is holding a coronation for his daughter, Penelope Silva…” My heart skipped a beat, a cool cloak of horror dressing over me. I shifted in my seat, my mind drifting back to the conversation I had had with my father about killing the Alpha Silva. I knew my father was a man who did not let blood slide and I wasn’t either but still I hoped this wasn’t what I was suspecting.

Shyla’s P.O.V. Alpha Raymond? Bloody hell! The Moon Goddess on the motorcycle, what the hell was going on here? The atmosphere in the room thickened with tension as Alpha Raymond made his way into the room despite Beta James’s efforts. “Your daughter wasn’t a weak omega who’ll die of heartbreak, Alpha Derrick. I would have clarified it before if I had the slightest idea about her death.” Alpha Derrick was out of control to see his daughter’s murderer, he pounced on him at once.

I stepped back from him, shaking my head, “Aiday,” Dad muttered, I looked at him, “It has to be a daughter of an Alpha and the Prince of the Vampires.” Jackson finished. I felt like I had just been punched in the gut. I was racking my brain, thinking about all of the packs, and not one of the Alpha’s had daughters, not one except...me…

"I see a girl, an Alpha's daughter. She was strong, powerful, but something happened, and she was cast out, forced to become a rogue. That is who she is, Alpha." My heart sank at his words. An Alpha's daughter? That couldn't be possible. The last Alpha and his daughter had died years ago. But the Seer was never wrong, so it had to be true. I thought back to the death of the previous Alpha and his daughter, the ones who had led our pack before me. They had died in a tragic accident, or so we had thought. But what if it wasn't an accident? What if they had been killed, and their daughter had been forced to flee and become a rogue?

Elena wasn't just any Alpha's daughter—she was beloved, well-known in supernatural society. I click on an article from a werewolf news site dated three years ago: "Tragedy Strikes: Elena Rosewood, Future Luna of Thornridge Pack, Killed in Rogue Attack" The supernatural community mourns the loss of Elena Rosewood, 24, daughter of Alpha Marcus Rosewood of the Eastern Pack. Elena was discovered deceased on Thornridge Pack territory following what appears to be a brutal rogue attack. She was scheduled to complete her mating ceremony with Alpha Kade Thornridge within days.

I know I wasn’t that popular, but I am the Alpha’s daughter so they should know what me and my wolf look like. “I am Hailey Young, Alpha Creed’s daughter.” I explained to him and he looked at me stunned. He doesn’t believe me. “Alpha Creed only has one daughter left. Hailey Young died six months ago.” Hearing those words left me speechless. I was kind of expecting it, but at the same time, I still couldn’t help but be shocked. Was I really dead to them this entire time? “Clearly, I’m not dead. Let me in or else you will be reprimanded for this.” I began to enforce my authority so that he would know I was not messing around. Plus, I had no time for this.

The second time, she had not opened the door at all, just said she was sleeping, and Wren had stood outside for a moment and then left without pushing, because Wren understood, without being told, the difference between someone who needed company and someone who needed walls. Alira needed walls. She sat on the edge of her bed on the third morning and looked at the grey light coming through the narrow window and thought about nothing in particular, which was its own kind of thinking. She had done everything right. She had been careful and precise, and she had handed this pack the truth on a clean plate and it had not mattered. Her father's name had mattered. The fact that she was Roric's daug

"She said the true bloodline is about to awaken. The exiled daughter will take everything back. Dad's love, the pack's authority, and... Caleb." She said Caleb Wright's name softly, but it cut deep. "That's nonsense," I said. "I only came back to—" "To what?" she snapped, her voice suddenly sharp. "To destroy everything I have? I've lived in this family for 15 years. 15 years!" I took a step back. "Lucia, I never thought—" "But I did!" Her smile twisted, tears shining in her eyes. "I've imagined it so many times. How peaceful things would be if you'd just died. If the werewolves who took you had torn out your throat."