All Chapters of The Lost Alphas Daughter: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I can’t believe Uncle Leon. The sheer audacity of his proposal churns in my mind as I stumble through the forest. More memories of him resurface with each step, memories of him as a family friend, a constant presence during my childhood. And yet now, he had the gall to suggest marriage—to claim me and my title as if I were some prize.Branches snag at my hair, my ankle throbs with every movement, and the straps of my backpack dig into my shoulders, adding another layer of discomfort to my already aching body. The night has fully settled, wrapping the forest in a suffocating darkness. I’m desperate for rest, but the thought of stopping sends a shudder through me. I can feel unseen eyes tracking my every move. Whether it’s Leon, rogues, or Braden’s guards, I don’t know—and I don’t want to find out.The thick underbrush tempts me. I could nestle down and hide there, but my scent would be too easy to pick up. My heart races as I scan the swaying canopy above me, the faint moonlight flicke

The cold bite of dawn pricks at my skin, and I stir, groggy and disoriented. My muscles ache, stiff from being tied to the tree all night, and for a moment, I forget where I am. Then the events of the previous day flood back—Leon, the wolves, the climb. I blink against the soft glow of early morning filtering through the canopy. I feel as if a bird has been peeking at my head for most of the night as I feel a headache pounding away. My throat feels like sandpaper and as I go to reach for my backpack for the flask of hot water I can't find it anyway. Shit did I drop it in the middle of the night. I glance down seeing the earth look miles away. My eyes are still blurry but I can't see the bag anyway. I hear the sound of chewing which pulls me back to where I am. That’s when I see her. A woman with bright red wavy hair sits at the far end of the branch, perched with an unsettling ease. Her legs dangle over the side she wears all black jeans and a vest top with her sleeved tattoo arm

The journey to the Blood Moon Pack feels like it stretches on forever. Every jolt on Asher’s wolf’s back sends a sharp ache through my body, and I bite my lip to stifle a groan. Riding him is like sitting on a vibrating washer-dryer, except it’s massive, living, and unyielding. His size makes it impossible to close my legs, so I cling tighter to his soft, inky fur, hoping to distract myself from the steady, maddening rhythm between my legs.I don’t even know why my mind veers there when the weight of my medical files digs into my back, a sobering reminder of what’s at stake. The forest rushes past us, trees blurring into a dark green haze as the cool night air presses against my skin. The brown wolf running beside us lets out a faint whine, and relief washes over me as we finally slow to a stop. My body is sore and trembling from hours of holding on, every muscle taut with exhaustion.The crisp air immediately settles into my bones as I consider my predicament. I have two choices: cli

There are moments in life when it feels like the weather is waging a personal war against you. The rain lashes against the thin canvas of the tent, its relentless drumming a constant reminder of how fragile my shelter is. The wind howls, tugging at the pegs and threatening to send me tumbling into the storm like some makeshift kite. Outside, the trees sway and groan under the force of the gale, their ominous creaks making me wonder if one will crash down at any moment.And as if the weather weren’t enough, Erin sprawls beside me, her fiery hair fanned out on the floor, one arm flung above her head and a knee raised as she snores—louder than the storm. How is she sleeping through this? I pull the blanket tighter around me, shivering as the cold seeps into my bones.Seeing Erin again felt like a dream at first, but the way she and Asher interact gnaws at me. There’s a familiarity between them, a silent understanding I’m not part of, and it makes me feel like the outsider, which I guess I

It takes two more days and nights of camping to finally reach the Bloodmoon Pack. After what I’ve now dubbed “the incident in the tent,” Asher has barely spoken three words to me. He won’t even meet my eyes, his gaze skirting just shy of my cheek or the curve of my lips. It’s maddening. Worse still, Erin is as bubbly as ever, chatting away as if nothing happened.Maybe, to them, nothing did.But to me, it meant something. The only man who has ever held me while I slept was Braden, and now Asher has too—whether it was to keep me from freezing or not. I don’t know what to do with it, how to categorize it in my mind. It’s not like anything will happen between us. I’m still married, technically, and Asher is older than my father—or at least, he was.I sigh heavily, twisting my wedding ring around my finger as if the cool metal could ground me. I should just let it go, treat it like it never happened that it meant nothing. But the fact that Asher seems to have already done so stings in a w