All Chapters of The Lost Alphas Daughter: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I head through the pack grounds, supposedly on a mission to find Erin. In truth, she’s fine; she just wants to catch up on some gossip about Mr. Fancy Pants. Someone has a crush. Sure, he’s super hot, but he knows it, and I can still feel the heat of his thighs pressing against mine under the table. As much as it pains me to admit, I kind of liked it.No, no, I didn’t. He’s an ass. A very pretty, smells-so-good ass. Wait, he does not smell nice! And now I’m talking to myself. Great.The streets are quiet tonight, a few pack members strolling around, setting up lanterns to cast a warm amber glow along the paths. I wander aimlessly, flicking my long dark braid over my shoulder, my mind buzzing with ideas on how to mess with Mr. Fancy Pants for his teasing earlier. He made me miss my chocolate mousse and time with Dad before he goes away. I’m not happy about that at all.As I walk through the hushed streets, nothing seems out of place, yet a strange tension lingers in the air, an instinct

*** Trigger Warning Physical Assult ***My heart stutters as his words sink in: the sole heir. Does that mean… I’m an alpha? I almost laugh at the absurdity of it—I’m not an alpha wolf. But as if reading my mind, Asher’s voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts.“You are an alpha wolf, Claudia,” he says, his voice steady, final. “You were destined to lead. It’s time you came home.”Something in his tone silences my retort. He’s so certain, so confident in this truth. But if I’m really an alpha, then why can’t I remember? Why is my wolf so weak? If I were truly an alpha, I’d be able to resist the commands of others, even Braden’s. I shake my head, a hard edge of disbelief forming. “I don’t believe you. How do I know you’re not lying?”Asher’s sigh is low, almost frustrated. “What would I gain by lying to you? Claudie, there’s so much you need to understand, but I can’t do this over the phone. It’s dangerous. Please, come to me. You’ll be safe here.”He’s right in a way. I don’t believe

"Why don’t you go for a walk, pop out to the pack center, and buy yourself something nice," Braden suggests, his fingers stroking my back as he absently plays with my hair, smoothing it in a way that feels oddly possessive. I can sense his disapproval of my appearance, even though he doesn’t say anything i'm not my normal polished self. Instead, he reaches into his pocket and hands me his credit card. "You know the number. It’s your birthday," he says, and despite the little flutter in my chest that he still remembers, I know what this really is—a way to buy my forgiveness.He plants a kiss on my cheek and ushers me out of the kitchen. I give him a faint smile over my shoulder, discreetly slipping Asher’s card with his number into my pocket. If Braden saw that card, he’d recognize the name, and that would lead to another argument. After the scene in the kitchen, the last thing I want is to spark another outburst.I grab my coat and shoes, glancing at Braden one last time as he waves go

Gaia whips her head toward me so fast that I almost stumble back. Her blue eyes are blazing, fierce as she narrows them. Her lips part in a low hiss. “What are you talking about?” She doesn’t yell, but the venom in her voice is enough to send a shiver down my spine. This isn’t how I wanted to handle this.I tuck my hair behind my ear, taking a cautious step back. Swallowing hard, I force myself to meet her gaze. “Gaia, Ansel… he made a pass at me. He wanted me to be his Luna, to bear him an heir. I refused him, Gaia, and I told him no. But I can’t, as your friend, let you mark someone who doesn’t deserve you.”I keep my voice steady, but my hands are shaking as I watch her. Her expression shifts rapidly—a storm of emotions flashing behind that glassy look in her eyes. It’s as if what I’m saying is breaking through, but not quite sinking in. Her face twists in fury, and I know whatever she’s about to say will hurt. She points a finger at me, baring her teeth, looking almost feral. Than

I quickly escape upstairs, feeling flushed and frazzled from Braden’s relentless attention. A path of rose petals leads me to the bathroom, where more petals float atop the steaming water, and the strong, heady scent of essential oils fills the room. The whole scene is breathtaking, but even as I take it in, I know I’m not ready to give in. He lied to me, hit me—one romantic gesture, no matter how elaborate, doesn’t erase that.With a sigh, I strip out of my clothes, my skin warm from the wine and the candles’ glow. I slip into the hot water, hoping it will calm me, soothe the tension building inside. But instead, the heat only seems to heighten the stirrings I felt downstairs, amplifying every inch of sensitivity in my skin. Goddess, my body feels like it’s on fire, a tight, gnawing ache that refuses to go away.Just think of something else. Unsexy thoughts, I tell myself, pressing my lips together to keep from calling out for Braden, to keep from begging him to come in and take me.