All Chapters of The Alpha's Daughter: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Daciana's P.O. V I joined up with Milton along the path we'd come from. He averted his eyes when I got close and simply turned forward to keep walking. We didn't say a word to each other as we left the spring, and he would occasionally keep a distance whenever I got closer to him. I tried to comfort myself by blaming whatever it was that happened on him, but I still did not appreciate that I was snubbed all the way back to the pack. There was a cluster of villagers outside Milton's house. A few guards ran towards the house from their duty posts and only one of them came towards us, panting as he stopped in front of Milton. “What is going on?” Milton asked him, his eyes fixed on the crowd of villagers in front of his home. “Adam was attacked,” the guard said in a weary voice. “He went out on patrol with four guards. He's the only one that came back alive.” Fear surged through my body as the guard's words pierced my ears. I was worried about Adam. He was, after all, the fir

Milton's P.O.V "Did you hear something?" I stopped behind Adam. There was a voice in distress somewhere in the woods, but it appeared I was the only one who heard it. "Must be the fog," Adam whispered and continued walking forward with Nick and his brother. I looked back to where we came from; the fog had completely enveloped us, and it was difficult to see anything beyond a foot away from where we were. "How much further?" I growled, frustrated by our unending search for even a trace of human hunters. They were clever in covering up their tracks, so it was difficult for Adam to retrace his steps back to where they were attacked. We got to a cliff, the same place we rescued Daciana a fortnight ago. There was a freshly put out fire place, and a bow lying on the floor. “They were here,” Adam said, his eyes darting around for any more clues. “Well, the fire was just put out. They couldn't have gone far.” I picked up the bow and smelt it. There was a trace of blood over

Daciana's P.O.V The world was pitch black when I woke up. For a moment, I thought I had either gone blind, or there was a veil lowered over me. It took only a few seconds before I realized there was a sac over my head. “Is anyone there?” I called out, my voice barely above a whisper trembled as fear clawed at my throat. I tried to move my hands and take off the sac, but they were bound behind my back. I tried to squeeze them out, but it was useless. “Landon? This is your doing, isn't it?” The sac over my head yanked off and the sudden flood of the morning sunlight cast themselves on my eyes, blinding me for a few seconds. Squinting eyes, I struggled to adapt to the brightness of my new environment. There was a fireplace still burning in front of me. Landon sat with his back against a tree. He was chewing on a berry he plucked from the Bush beside and curled his lips with a half smile as our eyes met. “You slept well?” He asked, but it sounded more like a statement filled

Daciana's P.O.VMilton lay on the bed, worn out and in pain while the village healer applied some herbs on the knife wound on his wrist.He instructed Adam to attend the council meeting that evening on his behalf, and explain to the elders why he couldn't be present. “How are you feeling?” I asked him, unable to hide my worry from the tone of my voice.“I've had worse wounds,” he smiled halfway. “I'll live.”I stood by the door and watched the healer wrap his wrist with a white piece of clothing. He whispered something to Milton, frowned when he got up and looked at me, and then he left us in the room.“Why are you so far away?” Milton adjusted on the bed and tapped the open space gently. “Sit,” he invited me warmly.I shuffled my feet on the ground nervously, my gaze drawn to his alluring smile. It was inviting, yet felt so dangerous. I took a step forward, and soon I was seated beside him on the bed. He crossed his left hand around my hips, and placed his right hand under his head

Milton's P.O.VI stood outside the bedroom, my mind a battlefield as I deliberated seeing her, or still keeping my distance. Each time I tried to talk to her for the past one week, she'd bring up the idea of leaving the pack.I didn't know why I refused her request. She had every right to just get up and walk away. This wasn't her home like she reminded me, and she didn't have to do as I wished, but she sought my approval time and time again, and I refused.I sighed and raised my hand to knock, but the door was flung open as I lowered my hand gently. I caught myself midair to avoid hitting her head. Her almost six foot body stood in front of me with a lime silky night dress that fell from her shoulders and hung above her knee. Long legs of pale tanned skin left bare, and my eyes instinctively got drawn to the little dip of her dress.I gulped. A thought of her body bare before me crossed my head, and I felt a jerk beneath my trousers. I shook off the thought and offered her a smile.