“You want me back now, Ethan?”

I laughed softly, though it sounded nothing like joy. “After your pack chained me, called me a spy, and nearly executed me? After you marked me by deceit, caged me, treated me like a slave, made me believe I was nothing—and after you almost killed me for your sacrifice?”

My voice broke for a heartbeat before hardening again. “I gave you everything, Ethan—my loyalty, my trust, my heart—and what did I get in return? A dagger through it.”

His eyes glistened, his voice cracking. “Soraya, please… let me make it right.”


The wind shifted. The Moon’s light brushed my face like a cold touch, painting silver over the tears I refused to let fall—its glow crowning me in quiet defiance.

“You can’t fix what you destroyed,” I said, my voice steady now, sharp as the edge of a blade. “You wanted to own me, Ethan. But the tide has turned.”

I stepped closer, and the earth seemed to tremble beneath my bare feet. The air thickened, my power humming through it like a storm waiting to break.

“I belong to no one,” I whispered—
and the night bowed to my voice.

Silver flames erupted, curling and dancing across my skin like living fire. It wasn’t pain—it was power, pure and ancient, claiming me as its vessel. My eyes burned with silver light, bright enough to cut through the darkness.

Ethan stumbled back, his breath hitching as the weight of my power pressed against him. Slowly, his head lowered—not out of command, but from something deeper. Reverence. Guilt. Surrender.

The Alpha bowed to the force he could no longer control—to the woman he could never again break.

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Once, Soraya believed in love.
Once, she thought Ethan Vander—billionaire CEO and cursed heir of the Silverfang Pack—was her destiny.
But love became a cage, and destiny became a curse.

Ethan was born with a curse: any wolf who bonded with him was doomed to die. Yet his father, desperate to end the curse, demanded a sacrifice—his mate’s life in exchange for the curse.
The blade was already chosen.
Soraya had already been marked.

On the night of their bonding, fate revealed its cruel truth. The Moon priestess exposed Soraya’s hidden blood—she was wolf-born, the Alpha’s daughter of Blackwood, the pack that once hunted her from birth for carrying the mark of the moon which they called a curse,and also a rival pack to Silverfang. 

Branded a spy, she was claimed as Ethan’s prisoner… and there, she discovered the final cruelty:
She was carrying his child.

But when the Moon finally answered her call, Soraya awakened.
Her power rose like silver flame, divine, ancient and unstoppable.
The gift once called a curse became her crown.
Now, both Blackwood and Silverfang want her—one to tame her, the other to claim her.

But Soraya belongs to no one.


And  neither Silverfang nor Blackwood was ready for what Soraya became.

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Soraya’s journey is not just one of survival, but of awakening—of a woman who refuses to be broken, of a wolf who will not be caged. This is a story of betrayal and curses, but also of love, sacrifice, and the fire of a mother who will protect her child at any cost.

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Reader’s Note: This book contains mature themes, including intense romance and occasional erotic scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

If you’re ready to step into a world of forbidden love, blood oaths, and a heroine who will rise from exile to shake the foundations of two rival packs—then welcome to Alpha’s Daughter.

Weakness weighed me down, every limb trembling as if I'd been drained of life itself. For a fleeting, horrifying moment, I wondered if this was it — the afterlife. Maybe I'm in heaven.


Light filtered in, pale and soft, through the haze, and gradually, the shapes around me became clearer. My heart stumbled.


The ceiling. The walls. The faint scent of cedar.


This… this looks like my gilded cage.


I actually laughed — a dry, incredulous sound. "Of course," I muttered to myself. "So… afterlife looks like my old room. Really? That's your imagination of eternity?"


Then I sat up on the bed, the weak muscles protesting. My eyes roamed the familiar space, and my disbelief only deepened. The door — its hinges crooked, the knob broken.


…Wait. How could heaven have a broken door?


And then it hit me. Those men. The ones who tried to kill me earlier. They had broken it.


Chapter 91 - The Awakening