The Alpha's Secret Daughter

The wind brushes against my face as I gaze at the moon. I'm Alexia Carter, a half-wolf woman. My mom's just an ordinary woman, while my dad happens to be the alpha of the Carter's Clan. Oddly enough, I've never been able to transform into a wolf, not even during a full moon. Maybe my human side is overpowering my wolf side. That's why I'm considered a bastard. However, my dad built a house in the middle of the forest so I could have a place to live. He treated me well, which was surprising since wolves usually kill bastards. I still don't know why he showed me mercy. Just now, my adoptive daughter came to me through the front door, asking for help. "Mommy, can you help me with my doll?" little Abigail said. "Of course, sweetheart." She's a three-year-old girl with a sorrowful past, much like mine. I believe she's a gift from the forest because whenever she's around, my sadness and emptiness fade away. Out of the twenty-eight years I've lived, the past three have been the happiest and most extraordinary. It feels like I have a purpose: to raise Abigail with love and care for the rest of my life. Abigail is a small wolf with amber eyes. During the last full moon, she nearly transformed. I could see her yellow eyes and wolf teeth. As far as I know, she's the daughter of an alpha from another clan. Specifically, Corey Devon, a cruel yellow-eyed alpha who mercilessly hunts both humans and creatures. I met Abigail's mother some time before she gave birth. She lived alone in the forest, having deserted her own clan. Unfortunately, she had an affair with the alpha and ended up getting pregnant. The alpha's bride was furious because she wanted to be the one to bear his first child. The firstborn is considered the successor and possibly the future leader of the clan. So Corey, the alpha, ordered Sarah, my friend and Abigail's biological mother, to be killed simply because she was pregnant. What a despicable guy. Sarah fled to save herself and her daughter but died during childbirth. Before she passed, she made me promise to take care of Abigail. And that's why I'm taking care of Abigail. She's a "bastard" like me. Even though she's the daughter of an alpha and another wolf, she isn't the daughter of the new detestable "queen." I put Abigail to bed after helping her dress her favorite rag doll with pink wool hair. Once she was asleep, I left the room and went back outside. Even though I can't transform into a wolf, I still love gazing at the moon. Maybe someday I'll be able to howl like my father and the others. I wish I could be like them, but I know it's impossible. I wish everyone would accept me, but the reality is quite the opposite. Taking a deep breath, I caught a strange scent. My senses are sharper than those of an average human, but it's not something extraordinary, just the way it is. However, this smell put me on high alert. My entire body trembled. I smelled unfamiliar wolves, and that's incredibly dangerous. You see, when an unknown wolf enters another clan's territory, it often leads to war. Many get injured, some die, and the victor claims the territory. In my twenty-eight years, no other wolf had ever invaded my father's clan's territory. The only incident involved Abigail's mother, but my father showed her kindness since he understood the circumstances. I dashed into the house and grabbed my cell phone. Since my house is far away from the rest of the clan, I called my dad to inform him about the situation. Maybe he had some knowledge or knew who these wolves were... "Hey, Dad," I said when he answered, using his usual greeting. "Something's not right... I smell something in our territory." "Something?" he questioned. "Yes, maybe someone." "Please explain," he said, taking a deep breath. "Wolves," I replied. Upon hearing that, my father grew nervous. He's fiercely territorial. "Who the hell would dare to invade my territory after all these years? Do you think it could be some fugitive or deserter again?" I could sense the anger in his voice. "I smelled more than one wolf... maybe three or four. There are quite a few of them, and I don't think they're fugitives. I'm worried about my life and Abigail's," I explained. "Do you think they're getting closer?" he asked. "I don't know yet. I only smelled them and felt their presence. But I'm scared. Can you please help me?" Despite being a bastard daughter, my father has always treated me well. It was the other wolves' decision to exclude me from the clan, and I understand their reasoning. It wouldn't be beneficial for the clan because I'm fragile. Now, I feel endangered and I can't comprehend... Something tells me that Corey, the alpha with the yellow eyes, is responsible for this invasion. Has he finally discovered Sarah's hiding place? A shiver ran down my spine as my father pondered his next move. He decided to send several wolves to check the territory surrounding my house. The scent of familiar wolves eased my anxiety, and I felt like I could breathe again. I lay down on Abigail's bed, next to her, driven by fear and the need to protect her at any cost. If anyone dared to break into my house, they would have to go through me to harm my daughter. Eventually, I fell asleep. During my slumber, I had a dream about a man with yellow eyes whom I had never seen before... Maybe it was my troubled thoughts of Corey, but I had no idea what he actually looked like! All I knew was that he had yellow eyes. In the dream, the man approached my house, dressed in a sharp suit. However, his eyes reflected hatred, and the silver gun in his hand filled me with concern. Could he truly be capable of killing me and his own daughter, knowing that this little girl shares his blood and those same eyes? Terrified, I jolted awake. It was still four in the morning. The sky remained dark, the moon continued to shine, and the mingled scent of my father's clan wolves and the unknown wolves lingered in the air. There was no news about what was happening. I was completely in the dark about the situation.