Alpha’s Daughter, Their Biggest Regret Novel – Ten years after I was kidnapped, my Alpha father and Luna mother finally found me. They swore they would spend the rest of their lives making it up to me. They even told my sister, who’s two years younger, to be considerate and “act her age.” But she always looked at me with a faint, lingering hostility that never quite went away. In the music room, she raised her hand as if she were about to strike me. I turned sideways.
She suddenly lunged toward the piano instead. Blood streamed down her forehead. My mother rushed in, Luna authority flashing in her eyes. “What did we ever do wrong?” she screamed. “Why would you hurt her?” Then they took me to the Pack Court. My father put on a show of being utterly grief-stricken and wiped at the corner of his eye. “We failed to raise her to be an upright and kind Alpha heir,” he said softly. “We request that she be sent to a Pack safety institution, to keep her from harming anyone else.” The judge looked at me with cold detachment, all business and routine. “Do you agree to undergo a memory trial to determine the truth?” My sister curled up in our mother’s arms and smiled at me in quiet triumph, as if victory were already in her grasp.
I met the judge’s gaze with calm and steady confidence. I said, “I agree.” Mom, Dad, if blood ties could be settled like debts… Just guess how much you owe me. — After ten years of being kidnapped, I had dreamed of this day more times than I could count. I thought I was finally going home—to a safe harbor. Every night, my parents would come into my room, pull the blanket up to my chin, and whisper over and over, “We’re sorry. We came too late.” My mother would personally stew beef soup for me. My father would buy me new paintbrushes. They swore they would spend the rest of their lives making it up to me.
Those were the happiest days of my life. I truly believed that everything would get better. Little did I know happiness could arrive so swiftly and vanish just as fast. Only three months later, I was standing here. In their eyes, I had already been branded a jealousy-ridden devil. The memory trial chamber was freezing cold. A massive screen hung overhead. Countless unseen eyes examined us through the live broadcast. “This trial will be livestreamed in full. The final verdict will be decided by Pack vote,” a mechanical voice echoed through the room. In one corner of the screen, the scrolling comment section had already exploded.
[Am I seeing this right? The Fairburns. That famous Alpha couple who searched for their kid for ten years? What are they doing here?” [That girl in the corner is the one they found—Amber, right? She looks totally wrecked.] [A family reunion that ends in a Pack trial? How did it come to this?] My parents, my sister Odette, and I were seated separately. Odette glanced at the screen and suddenly burst into tears. Her eyes were red as she spoke in a trembling voice. “Dad… Mom… maybe we shouldn’t start the memory trial.” She shot me a quick look, then turned back to them. “Amber… she suffered out there for ten years.
If everyone sees what she did…” Her voice broke, as if she couldn’t bring herself to say it. “They’ll send her to a special institution. I… I don’t want Amber to be taken away…” My mother, Paloma, immediately pulled Odette into her arms, her voice full of pity. “Odette, you’re far too kind for your own good.” Then she sighed, as though even saying my name was painful. “But your sister… the more soft-hearted you are, the more she thinks we favor you. We can’t keep indulging her.” My father, Alistair, nodded as well, his tone even firmer. “Odette, don’t try to talk us out of this. It’s for the best.
Sending her to a specialized correctional facility for she-wolves… it might do her some good. And us, too.” The judge struck the gavel. He called for silence in the courtroom. “The memory trial will now begin.” The cold mechanical voice rang through the pristine white hall once more. “Memory trial system activated. This trial will be livestreamed. The final verdict will be determined by Pack vote.” “Subjects under review—Alistair Fairburn, Paloma Crane Fairburn, Amber Fairburn, Odette Fairburn.” “Petitioner Paloma will speak first.
Please select the memory segment to be presented.” My mother. Paloma. The Luna who had never changed her contact number in ten years. The Luna whose search had moved countless hearts. The Luna who had become a symbol of devotion. And yet, at this moment, not a trace of warmth for me showed on her face. She took a deep breath, composed herself, and turned toward the camera. Her expression was a mask of grief and resolve. “I request that my memories be extracted first,” she said, her voice catching as her eyes instantly welled up. “I want everyone to see everything we did to find our daughter.” Without hesitation, she entered a date on the glowing panel before her.
The massive central screen lit up. The first image was a photo of me at five years old, hugging a doll, smiling brightly, innocent and carefree. Then the scene shifted to a stormy night. Paloma ran through muddy streets like she had lost her mind, shouting my name again and again. “Amber! Amber, where are you?” She fell into filthy water. Tears washed away her makeup. Her soaked hair clung to her face as she wailed at the empty, endless road. Ten years flashed by in fragments before her eyes.
Dark brown hair turned to silver. Time and grief carved ever deeper lines into their faces. The final image showed the Pack police station. The moment they recognized me, they collapsed together, crying until they couldn’t breathe. The video ended. The hall fell into silence. Then the livestream comments flooded in like a tide. [OMG… That’s Luna Paloma? This is heartbreaking.] [Look at her—absolutely devastated.] [A mother’s love knows no bounds.] [Ten years… how did she survive it?] Alistair’s eyes were red as he raised a hand to wipe them.
Paloma stared at the screen, at the version of herself in those memories, and tears spilled over again. Then she turned toward me. Her gaze burned with a desperation that held a trace of hatred. “I searched for you for ten years,” she said, her voice shaking. “I thought I’d finally brought my Amber bear home.” She drew a sharp, ragged breath, and her words fell like a sentence. “But all I brought back… was a monster.”