All Chapters of The Alpha’s forgotten daughter : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Lyra’s POV My name is Lyra Ashwood, and today I turn eighteen — the day meant to decide everything. To the pack, I am the Alpha’s daughter: a princess born into the bloodline of Kael Ashwood, the most feared and respected ruler among the packs. Behind these walls, I am something else entirely. An unwanted shadow. A name spoken with pity instead of pride. My mother died when I was two. I have no memories of her — only the absence she left behind, a shape no one else ever quite filled. My father remarried within the year. The pack expected his new wife, our Luna, to become a mother to me. She never did. I call her Luna because respect costs me nothing. I have never once called her Mother, because she never gave me a reason to. Life under her roof taught me the architecture of cruelty. The smallest mistake earned punishment swift and merciless. Often I hadn’t made a mistake at all she decided I had, twisted the truth until it fit her story, and let the pack believe whatever

Then he spoke. “No.”…. He answered without feeling remorseful. My smile fell apart before I even understood why. “I will not claim Lyra Ashwood.” His expression stayed perfectly cold, like he’d rehearsed this. “I need a mate strong enough to stand beside me. I cannot build my future with a wolfless Omega.” Every word landed like a stone dropped straight through my chest. He turned his head, slow and deliberate. “My choice is Selene Ashwood.” Gasps broke out across the crowd. Somewhere inside me, something that had been holding on for a very long time simply let go. Selene came toward me wearing a look of sympathy that didn’t fit right on her face. She touched my arm gently, as if she cared. “I’m sorry, Lyra.” Her smile never once reached her eyes. “But you heard him. I didn’t choose him. He chose me.” Behind her, Luna Seraphina was smiling like a woman watching a plan come together exactly as she’d designed it. Because she had. She’d wanted this all along. My fathe

Luca De Lucian’s POV The forest was quiet again after she fled, but my blood still burned. I stood at the edge of the hidden stream I had discovered years ago during one of our visits to Verelion City. This sanctuary tucked deep in the woods beside an old orchard heavy with ripe, sweet fruits had always been my private escape. The crystal-clear water cascaded gently over smooth stones, perfect for washing away the weight of duty and power. Tonight, it had brought me something far more intoxicating. The little flower I met earlier. Even in the darkness, my enhanced vision power and the strength of my inner wolf, Varney, let me see her with perfect clarity. Those bright blue eyes were wide with a mix of fear and unwilling arousal. Long golden hair, damp and clinging to her skin, reaching all the way to her tiny waist. The generous curve of her hips that swayed with every desperate movement… Goddess, she was built like a temptation meant to test even a Lycan Prince. If she hadn’

Lyra’s POV Sometimes I couldn’t help but wonder—why did terrible things always happen to me? Out of everyone in the world, why was it the Lycan Royal Family, the most feared and powerful family in existence, that fate kept throwing me toward? If there was one family I had always prayed never to cross paths with, it was them. The only connection I had ever hoped for was gaining admission into their prestigious academy one day. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined I would accidentally meet one of their princes. And not just any prince. But Prince Luca Delucian. I racked my brain, searching for answers. Nothing made sense. Why me? Why did every disaster seem to find its way into my life? My thoughts drifted back to our encounter at the hidden hot spring—the way he had grabbed my wrist, the warmth of his touch, the strange reaction of my body. I frowned. It was embarrassing. My body wasn’t supposed to respond that way to a stranger, especially not to someone as dangerous as a Ly