The Alpha's Secret Daughter

urpose or value. I was just a child when it happened, but the impact of her loss haunted me for years. She had once been vibrant, full of life, always there with a c

needed it most. They treated me like their own daughter, and I was more than grateful. They never pushed me to talk about my mother, never pressured me

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g out of the window, lost in my own thoughts, the gray sky outside matching the heaviness I felt inside. Mrs. Ben

hose teachers who demanded respect without saying a word. Her silence could be more intimidating than any lecture.

« To prove that you were listening, please repeat what I had just told the class, » she reque

nt place. I wasn't sure if she was being sarcastic or if she genuinely expected me to recall anything she'd sa

ck to her desk. She didn't waste another moment with me, a silent acknowledgment that she knew I wasn't paying attention. « Turn to

gs, retrieving their textbooks. I followed suit, pulling my own copy of the novel from my bag. I opened to the assign

ntinued. « Once the bell rings, you may leave class. I have lots

and Prejudice were just ink and paper to me in that moment, my mind too cluttered to grasp the meaning of each sentence. Instead, I found my gaze drifti

isper grew louder, I realized it was Chelsey and Amber, sitting behind me. They were part of my pac

. I'm definitely going, are you coming with me? » Chelsey asked, her voice tinged with excitement. I

o be there. I'm not missing out. » Her voice was breathless, lik

onversation I overheard seemed to revolve around it, from the outfits to the guest list to who would be bring

uldn't help but overhear sni

ng big at the party, something to do with his futu

riosity. « Do you think he's

. Who knows? But I'm sure

th. Parties, clothes, and the drama of pack life seemed so far removed from what mattered to me. Still, a part of me felt that old ache, the longing

Students immediately began packing up their belongings, shoving books into bags and hurrying toward the door. The rush of activity made me

umans and werewolves, both oblivious to the presence of the other. It was a strange feeling, knowing that some of the people around me had n

of food wafting through the air, making my mouth water. The line was long, filled with students chatting and laughing, som

at the back of the room. I sat down, trying to focus on eating, but my thoughts kept wand

anging over me. A storm that never fully passed.

figure out wha