The Alpha's Secret Daughter

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ing slightly red from the impression my fingers and palm had made. The relentless tick of the cloc

to comprehend the information she was providing. I didn't even know what lesson we were sup

follow straight through

a reason unknown to me, I could barely get an hour of sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, my thoughts would spiral back to everyt

more known. She would stir in the back of my consciousness, whispering, though I couldn't quite make out what she was saying. She had

al double shift. It was a distraction and it allowed me to grow stronger and stronger. The work kept

wolf turned up on my 16th birthday. The date a werewolf finally gets their wolf. But even before that, Julian had alway

ied so much weight. Not just because it marked the transition from a child to an adult, but because it

een like a second father to me. Since my father's death, Julian had taken it upon himself to ensure that I was prepared to carry on my father's legacy. He had pushed m

sometimes, I couldn't help but wonder if I was capable of filling those shoes. Would I be able to lead the pack the way he ha

he grief had been too much for her to handle. He had died while protecting his Alpha-rogues had attacked them

he broke the news to me. I hadn't even fully grasped it at first. And then it had hit me like a

him. The day my father had died, she had ceased to exist in any real sense. The life dra

d she chose to leave this world r

f the universe itself bends to your will, aligning everything to bring you together. It's not just a bond-it's a calling. When you meet yo

eir mate from touch, smell, and eye contact. It's something primal, something that calls to every part

n you're troubled. Without them, it's like a piece of you is missing. And I had felt that loss-deeply. My parents had been each other's mates. T

ttered. The classroom felt too small, too suffocating. It wasn't just the lack of sleep or the w

s swaying gently in the breeze. A part of me wanted to be out

uldn't.

ll had to do. Too much I

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, willing mysel

ford distract

ide me-was something I couldn't ignore for long. It was only a matter of time