All Chapters of The Lost Alphas Daughter: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The council meeting is postponed. Apparently, one of the elders isn’t feeling well, and Asher decides it’s best to wait until they recover. I’m fine with that. Lately, I’ve been visiting town and helping Asher with his work, but I’m not sure I’m ready to announce that I want the title of Alpha.It may be my birthright, but after being gone for five years and without my father here to help me transition, I know I have a lot of ground to cover. I won’t be childish about it. I know it’s my destiny. As much as I want this, I want it for the right reasons. This is my pack, my people — not an army to use for revenge against the New Moon pack.I wander through the grounds, greeting members as I pass. Faces blur together, but I force myself to remember names. I feel like I have forgotten so much and I want everyone to know that they matter to me. Most are happy to see me. Their smiles warm me, but I catch Sabrina in the distance, her gaze flicking away as if I don’t exist. She’s avoided me e

Reid keeps me updated as more and more spies start to breach our borders. Thankfully, after the attack on the previous alpha, I put measures in place to stop them from entering our territory. While swarms of them gather outside the pack, none have managed to get past the entrance. I suppose that’s the benefit of only needing to defend three sides—the ocean deters most from trying the water route. Wolves aren’t known for their swimming skills, and lucky for me, it makes protecting our pack easier and keeps our resources pooled where we need them. I keep a few gaurds close by in case I don't want to get cocky with the packs saftey. But I push all that out of my mind because tonight is about Claudia. I need to tell her Braden is looking for her. I know she’s probably considered it, but it feels wrong to keep it from her. The problem is, after everything she’s been through, I want to shield her. I don’t want her to carry this weight. At the same time, I need her to trust me—to know I won

The kiss is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s fire and ice, oil and vinegar. Two things that shouldn’t mix, but when they do, the world tilts off its axis.Asher's tongue grazes the seam of my lips, his hand tangled at the back of my neck while the other presses firmly against my lower back, binding me to him. My heart races as I part my lips, and his skilled tongue seizes control of my thoughts, scattering them like leaves in the wind.Each flick and twist unravels me, and before I know it, I’m kissing him back with a desperation I can’t contain. It’s euphoric—addictive. No matter how much I get, I crave more.I had only meant to give him a small thank-you kiss—a simple gesture for telling me the truth. For having the courage to stand before me without pretense, trusting I could handle it.But the second my lips touched his, everything shifted. My wolf stirs, purring in satisfaction, suddenly ravenous for Asher. She claws at the surface, urging me to surrender, to let her t

I lay Claudia down on my bed. I don’t know why I bring her here instead of her own room. Maybe part of me wants to see her sleep in my bed. Maybe I crave the small chance of waking up beside her. I know that would be a terrible idea—tempting fate a little too much.Still, the image of her sleeping etches itself into my mind. Her dark lashes kiss her cheeks, freckles scatter delicately across her nose, and her lips, rosy and soft, part faintly with each breath. I slip her shoes off, tucking her in carefully. My eyes drift to her dress, the way it drapes like liquid silk over her body, hugging each curve. Her hair sprawls over the pillow, and even in the dim light, I catch the faint, stiff peaks beneath the fabric. Yep. There’s no way I’m sleeping here tonight. I pull the blanket tighter around her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before stepping away feeling a twitch in my pants.Her words still bother me. I know I’m right. The nagging thought follows me down the hall, pushing me towar

I stir at the sound of dripping water, my vision blurred as the slow trickle of blood slides down my skin. A soft purring vibrates through the silence, low and predatory. I try to turn my neck, but the movement draws a sharp hiss from me. A long, rough tongue sweeps over my pulse, igniting a fresh wave of pain that makes my body tense and spasm. The beast does not stop.“Please… let me go,” I whisper, my voice trembling, barely audible. I feel him stiffen. A heavy paw presses down, claws scraping lightly across my bare skin until it rests just below my ribs. The air grows thick as a faint whimper escapes me, but the beast’s chest rumbles with a snarl, vibrating against my back. The claws prick deeper—a silent warning. Any more movement, and I will be torn apart.“You’re hurting me,” I breathe, hoping my words will reach him. For a fleeting second, I think I hear a whine, but his tongue resumes its slow sweep over my throat.My skin burns and itches as the drying blood stiffens over the