All Chapters of The Lost Alphas Daughter: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I sit frozen, my body trembling as the realization crashes over me like a tidal wave. The entry stares back at me, unrelenting in its damning truth. Two years ago. I was pregnant before—and I lost that baby too.My hands shake so violently the paper crinkles under my grip. I force myself to steady them, to take a breath, but it does nothing to calm the storm building inside me. How could I not have known? My mind spins, searching desperately through blank, fragmented memories. Was I sick? Was I tired? Did I feel anything at all?But there’s nothing. Only empty spaces, like someone erased pieces of my life.I lean back in the chair, the stark white ceiling blurring as tears fill my eyes. Did Braden know? Did Ansel? Was it hidden from me—or was I too blind, too trusting, to see the truth? Of course they knew. I remind myself all those lies the two of them have spun me over the years. To think I had yet again given Braden the benefit of the doubt. Made Ansel to be the guilty party but n

The guard's eyes narrow, his gaze drilling into mine as if he can see past my calm exterior. My wolf bristles, ready to fight or flee, but I force myself to hold steady. Any sign of nervousness will give me away. He knows I'm lying, he knows why I am here. “It’s unusual for visits to be unscheduled, Miss Scott,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “Especially to the children’s ward.” I see him watching me closely his keen eyes making me squirm.I tilt my head, feigning surprise, my practiced smile unwavering. “Oh, I didn’t realize it was an issue. Gaia mentioned the children in passing, and I thought it would be nice to check on them while I was here. Is that a problem?” I really hope mentioning Gaia's name is not going to land us both in hot water. The nurse glances between us, shifting uneasily. “It’s not a problem,” she interjects quickly, her tone placating. “Miss Scott is a trusted member of the pack. I’ll accompany her myself.” I give her a thankful smile but if she knew the trut

I’m exhausted, beyond tired. My wolf strains from the last fight, her energy ebbing as fast as mine. My body aches, my breath burns in my chest, and every step feels heavier than the last. I scan the dimly lit hallway, searching desperately for something—anything—that might save me. I’m untrained, unfit, and clinging to survival by the thinnest thread. Adrenaline fuels me, but I know it won’t last.I can’t fail.Behind me, I hear the pounding of boots against the floor. They slow, shifting to deliberate, measured steps that echo down the corridor. A taunt. A reminder. The guard knows I’m cornered, and his confidence only deepens my dread.The figure in front of me blocks the hallway like a silent shadow, making no move to grab me. That stillness unnerves me more than an attack. Behind, the footsteps grow louder, closer, a creeping threat that tightens around my throat.Then I see it—a fire extinguisher bolted to the wall.Before I have time to second-guess, my body moves on instinct. I

The floorboards creak under heavy boots, each step like a countdown to disaster. My breath catches, my wolf surging forward in panic, but I shove her down. Don't panic. Panic will get us caught. Panic could get us killed.The voices carry from the front of the house.“She has to be here,” one growls, low and guttural. “I caught her scent outside.” Damn it, I look down at my coat unease filling my stomach. I hope the guys clothes I have stolen will help cover most of it. As silently as I can I try brushing myself up against the wall of the guys house to help smother my scent. Although its a little late for that.“Check upstairs. She couldn’t have gotten far.” I hear a gruff voice say as freeze trying to think of a plan. I grip the duffle bag tightly and glance around the room. My eyes land on the small, dirty window near the corner. It’s barely wide enough to fit through, but it’s my only chance.Footsteps thud on the stairs, closer now. My pulse pounds in my ears as I race to the win

The figure’s presence is both unsettling and oddly familiar, though I can’t place why. As they step closer, the faint light of the moon catches their face—a face I haven’t seen in years. As if from one of my dreams it all clicks into place. My breath catches.“Uncle Leon?” I whisper, my voice trembling.The man smiles faintly, his eyes softening. “Claudia. You’ve grown.”Uncle Leon wasn’t my real uncle, but he’d been close to my father, almost like family. His sudden appearance now is jarring, and the flood of emotions—hope, suspicion, fear—leaves me dizzy.“What are you doing here?” I ask, my grip on the duffle bag tightening. Its the middle of the night and he is out here in the forest alone. How did he know I would be here? Or did he just get lucky? Is Asher involved? Is Braden? “I could ask you the same thing,” he replies, his tone measured. “Running through rogue territory, hunted by your own pack… Your father would have never let it come to this.” He sounds dissapointed, filled