All Chapters of The Lost Alphas Daughter: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I watch as the doctor speaks with Ansel. I know their mind linking as no words are actually exchanged, just the silence creeping and closing in around me until all I can hear is the drum of my heart.From the way Ansel’s eyes darken, his brow pulling together, I know it’s not good. Dread pools in my stomach, sinking down until a weight settles into me. “I understand, doctor,” Ansel finally breaks the silence and I’m able to let out a breath. The doctor spares me a brief glance which I can only pick up the pity in his eyes. If he feels that sorry for me, he wouldn’t have told Ansel or he would have said it out loud, so I know what’s coming. But like so many of my pack members, they dislike me for thinking I seduced their alpha. If only they knew the truth.I watch as he gathers his things I adjust my clothes back and come to a standing position. There is still an ache in my legs which no doubt is partly responsible for the way that Ansel is looking at me, his jaw locked so tight I fear

I adjust Claudia in my arms, shifting her backpack onto my shoulder so I can hold her closer to my chest. My beast calms slightly at the serene expression on her face, but I’m not convinced. She’s too light—so thin I can feel the ridges of her ribs through her clothes. Scratches mar her delicate features, but they do nothing to diminish her beauty. Claudia has always been striking, her small, sharp features and full lips giving her an air of fragility. But the Claudia I knew was anything but fragile. She’d look like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, only to hit you with the force of a hurricane.My chest aches knowing that side of her—the fierce, indomitable spirit—has been beaten down over the years. But I’ll bring it back. I’ll bring her back.Her scent fills my senses—jasmine, rose, and sandalwood—soft and intoxicating, winding its way into my veins. It’s a heady mixture, and with her this close, it’s impossible to ignore. My grip tightens slightly, fighting the primal urges clawi

I walk through the pack grounds with no clear idea of where I’m going. My feet take me in the only direction they know—the orphanage. It feels symbolic, in a way. This was the place Ansel first brought me when I had nowhere else to go. Now, tossed aside by the same man, I return here.I fumble in my coat pocket, relieved to find my keys. Letting myself in, I smile at the few staff members still awake, keeping my steps quiet so as not to disturb the sleeping children. There are only a handful of them here tonight, with minimal staff since it’s late. There was a time when I would pop in and out of the orphanage frequently, but since my relationship with Ansel intensified, those visits had all but stopped.Making my way to my office, I slump into the chair and rub my forehead. Now that it’s all over, a sinking sense of failure settles over me. I couldn’t do what the pack needed. I couldn’t give Ansel what he demanded. Despite his cruel words, a part of me still loves him—maybe I always w

I pick myself up off the floor, my movements mechanical. The steam still billows in the bathroom, fogging the mirror and reminding me the water is still hot. Without thinking, I step under the stream, letting it cascade over me. The heat should sting my skin, but I feel nothing. Numbness consumes me, though I can see my skin turning pink under the scalding water.Tears burn at the back of my eyes, and before I can stop myself, I’m scrubbing at my skin furiously, as if I can erase every trace of him—every touch, every memory. My hands move frantically, the loofah rasping against my flesh until my arms ache. A low, guttural sound escapes my throat—somewhere between a growl and a sob.I can’t believe this. I refuse to cry. That’s what he’d want—what he’d expect. But no matter how much I try to push the thoughts away, they keep coming, swirling like a storm in my mind. This changes everything.I hate Braden. He’s attractive, sure, but that doesn’t excuse what he’s done. It doesn’t give hi

I wake to the sight of the nurse from earlier standing near the door and Asher sitting beside my bed. My eyes widen as I take in his appearance. A kilt. He’s wearing a damn kilt. And yet, somehow, he makes it work, the soft fabric clinging to his muscled thighs, his broad chest filling out the snug white vest. It should look ridiculous, but on him, it’s almost criminally attractive. His tanned skin and storm-gray eyes only make the whole ensemble seem deliberate, like a calculated assault on my senses.I quickly look away, my throat tightening. Don’t trust him. He read your file. That pretty face doesn’t change anything. Even my wolf huffs in agreement before retreating back into my mind, leaving me to face him alone.“Claudia, we need to explain,” Asher begins, his deep voice smooth as silk. I hate how it momentarily soothes the storm in my chest, making me want to give him the benefit of the doubt. But I can’t. I won’t.I narrow my eyes as he speaks, watching him cautiously as he le