All Chapters of The Lost Alphas Daughter: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I slam the book shut, the echo loud in the stillness of the library. Dust blooms in front of me, making my nose wrinkle as I sneeze. My chest tightens as I stare at the worn cover, my mind churning. There’s only one way to know the truth—whether I’m an omega or an alpha wolf. I have to shift.The thought sends a ripple of unease through me. When was the last time I shifted? The memory is so distant it feels like it belongs to someone else. My fingers tremble as I strain to shove the heavy book back onto the shelf. The wood creaks under its weight, the sound breaking the oppressive silence.The trolley wheels squeak as they roll past again, and I glance over my shoulder. The librarian glides by, her face impassive, her eyes fixed straight ahead. She seems to float, her movements eerily smooth, her presence more ghostly than human. A shiver crawls up my spine. Creepy.I give her a quick smile, but she doesn’t acknowledge me. Shaking off the unease, I hurry toward the spiral staircase, t

I pad down to the stream, my paws stirring up dirt and sending small pebbles scattering as I draw closer. Every step feels natural, instinctive. The wind threads through my glossy black fur, a sensation so comforting it makes me want to pause and relish the moment. My wolf wants to howl—her excitement bubbling over—but I suppress her urge. We need to stay quiet, unnoticed. She doesn’t like it, but she understands.Still, her joy is infectious. Everything feels brighter, sharper. The light filters through the trees in shimmering patches, and I marvel at how vivid the world is through her eyes. Every scent tells a story—the damp earth, the distant tang of pine, even the faint trace of animals that passed through hours ago. As we near the water, the soft trickle grows louder, the sound as clear as if it were inside me. The air smells clean, like fresh rain.But beneath the sensory joy, doubt lingers. What am I? The question won’t let me go. It feels like the answer will shape the rest of

I lay there, my legs gradually going numb from the awkward angle. I’ve already heard the door to Ansel’s office open and close. Braden is here. My jaw tightens. I hate it when he shows up. Trouble follows him like a shadow, and today feels no different.He’s the pack’s beta, I remind myself. But that doesn’t make his constant demands any easier to stomach. Braden always seems to want more—more power, more leverage, more of everything he’s already been given. My stomach churns at the thought of what today’s visit might mean.The vent at the back of Ansel’s bedroom catches my eye. I know it connects directly to his office. If I stay perfectly still, I can catch pieces of their conversation through the muffled echoes. I bite my lip. I probably shouldn’t eavesdrop, but as I’m already lying here, holding my body at an awkward angle, I might as well distract myself.“- I need you to give me another shot,” Braden’s voice filters through, low and sharp. “She’s becoming too wild. You know how

I make my way up the large stone steps to the hospital, forcing myself to keep my head high even as my hands tremble in my coat pockets. This is normal, I remind myself, a mantra echoing in my mind. I belong here. But the truth tugs at the edges of my confidence. I’ve never come to the hospital without Braden. And I pray no one else notices that.The heavy glass doors slide open, and the scent of antiseptic rushes to meet me, sharp and clinical. The lobby is alive with movement—guards passing by without giving me a second glance, doctors and nurses rushing in all directions. I’ve never seen it so chaotic. It feels like the perfect cover, and yet, my heart refuses to slow.At the reception desk, I hesitate, swallowing hard as my eyes scan the flurry of people bustling past. Maybe this will work in my favor. If everyone is too busy, no one will think twice about me. But the moment I approach the receptionist, doubt creeps in. Her glasses perch low on her nose as she types furiously, her

I wipe my face with trembling hands, forcing the tears away as I flip through the pages, turning them back to before the miscarriage. My heart pounds against my ribs, and I steel myself, shutting off my emotions as best I can. Think clinically. Objectively. But as my eyes scan the entries, it becomes harder with each page to keep the panic at bay.Years of blood tests. Some taken in the same massive quantities as the one I gave at Ansel’s house. Why so much?He was keeping you weak, I remind myself. The thought simmers, but it doesn’t make sense. What does Braden gain by weakening an omega wolf? If I’m truly an omega, why didn’t he just make me a servant? A maid? Someone insignificant? Why propose? Why save me?Every page echoes the same damning word, written over and over again at the bottom: Omega.Braden is the beta. He’s strong, handsome, cunning—he could have had anyone in the pack. My mind flickers to the image of him and Gaia, his hand cupping her cheek, her strikingly beautifu