Akainu Daughter

Aina's mother is brutally murdered by a pack of seven Alphas shortly after  giving birth . Years later,Aina is on a revengeful mission as instructed by a ghostly figure who claim to be her mother .She goes on a clandestine killing spree and murders the sons of the Alphas who killed her mother, until she is then tackled by someone she fall in love with.

Ashina Fenrir was born into legacy and sadly, loss. The daughter of a powerful Gamma and sister to Ironclaw Tribe’s Delta, her life shattered when both were brutally murdered. Her mother, desperate to protect her, sealed Ashina’s wolf form with a witch’s spell and arranged a quiet marriage to Farkas Veldon to hide her away. However, safety was an illusion. Betrayed and trapped in a loveless union, Ashina breaks free only to discover haunting truths about her family’s deaths. Determined to seek justice, she strikes a dangerous deal with King Dragor; eliminate a rogue faction in six months, and earn the right to investigate. As battle calls, the spell breaks, and Ashina’s true power awakens. With her wolf reborn, so too is her past… and her destiny. Standing in her way is Alpha Boris Nightbane, the kingdom’s fiercest warrior—and the man who once watched her from the shadows, claiming her as his fated mate. Now, between war, buried secrets, and a pull she can’t resist, Ashina must decide; will she fight for justice, love, or vengeance? In a world where loyalty is a lie and power is survival, the she-wolf is done running. This time, she makes herself known.

My father was the God-King, and he loved my mortal mother with all his heart. To help her adapt to life in the divine realm, he even infused his own blood into her, granting her eternal youth and elevating her to the rank of a goddess. Defying the unanimous opposition of all gods, he built a resplendent palace solely for her here in the divine realm, making her the happiest woman across all heavens. Yet he never loved me — his first child, born of him and my mother. As time went by, he visited my mother less and less frequently. Eventually, I passed away. Mother begged him to seek justice for me, but he only replied indifferently, "We shall have many more children." His words crushed every last glimmer of hope in her heart. Mother grew utterly disillusioned with him, and resolved to avenge me with her own hands. The God-King’s patience toward her dwindled day by day. It was as if I had been born bearing nothing but misfortune. To avenge my wrongful death, Mother cast aside everything she once held dear. When she finally turned her back and left the divine realm forever, that aloof, domineering God-King went mad. He chased after her, begging desperately for her to return.

Ava grew up with no single knowledge of her werewolf inherited genes. Out of all the things she ever dreamt of becoming, a werewolf wasn't one of them and much less a princess who was charged with the duty of leading her lycan clan to eliminate a rogue king who made her an orphan before she could walk.

I was an ordinary mortal girl who lived at the foot of Mount Olympus. Caelum, King of the Gods, descended from the heavens for me once, transforming himself into a shower of gold. He took me to the peak of Olympus over every other god’s objection. He built a shrine on the mountain that belonged to me alone, every god on Olympus knew the same truth: I was the only mortal love of Caelum’s endless life. Then I gave birth to our daughter, Nia. The Fates declared her a cursed child whose existence would bring disaster to the gods, and Nia and I were sent back down to the small cottage at the foot of the mountain. Seraphina, Goddess of Flame, said she could help cleanse Nia of the curse, and with Caelum’s quiet consent she came every month and burned my daughter with divine fire. Nia screamed under that fire, sobbing for me . I ran into the temple to beg Caelum to stop it, and I found him in bed with Seraphina. The pure, holy Goddess of Flame was moaning beneath him. They threw me into the depths of Tartarus, where Seraphina handed me over to the Erinyes to be torn apart day after day. When Nia turned five, they finally let me out, but by then my Nia had been burned to ash. The day I was gathering her ashes, the message stone in my room suddenly lit up, and a projection flickered out of it: Caelum, as he had been five years ago. His eyes were full of joy and anticipation, and his voice was so gentle it almost made me believe time had folded back on itself. “Sweetheart, is it a boy or a girl? Did our child inherit my power?” In the projection his expression shifted, and the smile froze on his face. That was when the door of my room was pushed open, and the present-day Caelum, five years older than the man in the stone, strode inside. I turned the message stone around so the Caelum from five years ago could see Nia’s urn with his own eyes. “It’s a girl,” I said. “But she didn’t live long enough to inherit your power. She was burned to ash.”

There is a prophecy. From a psychic from the Northern Hemisphere. That there will be born a special messenger from the Moon Goddess to the wolves to face all misfortunes. A daughter who can prevent defeat, someone who can heal, a woman who will bring great offspring to their tribe. The special child of the Moon Goddess. But the psychic forgot one important thing. As the prophecy spreads, countless groups of wolves are hunting for the special child just to satisfy their greed and personal desires. They did anything to get that special Child. Including getting rid of everyone who gets in the way, without a second thought, like a cold-blooded killer. The woman who heals, who prevents defeat, who gives birth to great offspring. Anyone will compete to get it.