The Devil's Daughter: A Paranormal Romance

by Shyenna Renee

  Copyright © 2020 by Shyenna Renee

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  DISCLAIMER

  This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. While references might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The Devil Trilogy

  THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTER

  BOOK ONE

  SHYENNA RENEE

  Table of Contents

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  CHAPTER 31

  CHAPTER 32

  CHAPTER 33

  CHAPTER 34

  CHAPTER 35

  CHAPTER 36

  CHAPTER 37

  CHAPTER 38

  CHAPTER 39

  CHAPTER 40

  CHAPTER 41

  CHAPTER 42

  CHAPTER 43

  CHAPTER 44

  EPILOGUE

  This book is dedicated to my grandpa, Robert E. Paulsell, who showed me

  the fantasy genre and is the main reason I got into writing.

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  PROLOGUE

  |Celeste|

  Death. A common thing I’ve witnessed over the years of being alone. The first time I ever saw someone die was when I was eight. The first time I actually had to kill another? I was ten.

  Being a rogue has never been simple for me. I was born into it, but my parents were forced into it. I remember my mom telling me stories from when she was in her old pack. She was the luna even though she was human.

  Her alpha had apparently never found his mate, so he chose her. He marked her and mated with her, tried desperately to make an heir with her, too. Then, one day, my father came along—her mate. They had an affair and then came me. The alpha found out I wasn’t his and banished them both from the pack when she was three months pregnant.

  During the years that I was still with my parents, they always blamed me for how their lives turned out. They said they should’ve gotten rid of me before anyone else could find out.

  Like, come on, it’s not the kid’s fault you got horny one night.

  Finally, they had enough of the curse of a child they didn’t plan on, so they ditched me far away from home at the young age of seven.

  I was confused, scared, and alone. I kept telling myself that it wasn’t real; that they’d be back for me. That hope quickly died out after the first couple of months when my first shift came, and I suffered alone.

  That was my first near-death experience.

  I became a pro at hunting by the age of thirteen, and when I hit sixteen, no one dared to challenge me. All the rogues knew who I was just by the dusty and scarred grey fur on my back.

  That’s how I survive―by making everyone fear me and I liked it. I am alone, and I don’t have to depend on anyone. Nobody is with me to get in my way either. The only person I have to worry about is myself.

  One thing my rogue friends find strange though: I don’t kill innocent people like the rest. Though I am the craziest out of all of them, I still know right from wrong.

  |austin|

  Love. Something I’ve never known. I see all these happy people in my pack with their mates and it just makes me mad. All I’ve ever dreamed about is my life with my mate; how I’d treat her like a queen, giving her whatever her heart desires.

  I used to be happy seeing my pack members with their mates, but after seven years of trying to find your other half, you tend to grow a little bitter.

  I started enforcing laws about public displays of affection, meaning it’s not allowed. I became strict, tearing apart packs in search for my soulmate. I ended up becoming the most feared alpha in the process.

  Truth be told, I’m on the edge of giving up. I wasn’t even able to save myself long enough to meet my mate, so would she even want me if I did find her?

  Probably not.

  Goddess, please help me.

  CHAPTER 1

  |celeste|

  Do any of you have that one person who, no matter how alone you are, whenever they’re around, you feel complete? Like they bring meaning to your terrible life?

  Well, that person for me is Crowley. He is a wolf who, back in the day, saved my life. I visit him whenever I’m near the area. He has a nice little cabin up in the mountains with the best view.

  I met Crowley when I was seventeen. He was the first wolf in nearly two years who actually had the balls to fight me. That was what sort of got our friendship going, but we really got together when an alpha jumped me. Crowley was passing by, and after recognizing me as the fiery little beast who kicked his ass, he stepped in to help.

  He was a mischievous man who loved messing with people. Well, that was before he met his mate. Now, he’s a nice man with two daughters. After all these years, he’s like a brother to me.

  There are a few other wolves I’ve bonded with too. Some have grown to be my family while others are more like those distant cousins you hate but are forced to be nice to during holidays.

  Now, family is very important to me after what happened with my parents. I only choose the most loyal people to be my family. If someone messes with one of us, they mess with all of us.

  Don’t get me wrong. I’m still a lone wolf. I travel on my own and fend for myself, but that doesn’t mean I don’t visit my family whenever I get the chance or come down when I get a call from one of them asking for help.

  Like right now.

  I’m currently sitting in Crowley’s cabin with the rest of my family because some pack decided to take away a family member of mine.

  Crowley’s wife, Anne, called me two days ago about her husband going missing after he went hunting to catch a meal for his family. When I had arrived at the house, I listened to his five-year-old daughters as they cried and begged to see their dad.

  A few hours later, the rest of the family arr
ived.

  The twins, Jack and Jake who are like my crazy uncles, came down from Michigan. Sylvia and Warren, who I consider as the parents I never had, came from California with their three kids: Andy, Kelly, and, Tommy. All their kids are around the same age as me.

  The seven of us are planning an attack on the pack who took our brother. The only problem is the idiot got kidnapped by the Roman Pack, also known as the largest pack in America.

  We all know even attempting to take a step into the territory of that pack would be the craziest idea ever, but we’re rogues.

  We’re crazy.

  Anne wants to come with us and take revenge on the people who are keeping her mate captive for the last four days, but one look at her broken little girls and she know she can’t.

  After reassuring the girls and their mother that I’d get their father back, we leave. We shift into our wolves with our backpacks dangling from our slobbery jaws.

  It doesn’t take long to get to the pack territory line. It was only an hour. Crowley must’ve been chasing a deer and accidentally trespassed on their land.

  We shift outside their territory, changing into our extra clothes before continuing with our plan. I give a nod to Jack and Jake, signaling them to begin. We all step over the territory line while we cover our scents with Jack’s to make it seem like there’s only one rogue trespassing.

  We’ve used this trick many times on other packs when we broke in to their territory. The twins walk ahead, making the guards come forth to see what’s going on. Since they’ll think there’s only one person, the twins will use their looks to trick them into thinking they’re in two places at once.

  That’ll make it nearly impossible to catch them.

  Next, me and the rest of the family besides Kelly, since she’s the baby of the family, head towards the cells. Kelly watches over the twins to make sure they don’t get hurt.

  Once we’re at the cells, we wait for guard rotation, which is traditionally every fifteen minutes. Then we head inside while we have the slim chance with no one standing guard. Tommy is staying back to tell us when we can come back out.

  It doesn’t take long for us to find Crowley, but the condition we find him in has us freezing for a few seconds. He’s all bruised and cut up. Silver chains are wrapped around his wrists as he dangles from the ceiling. I growl in anger at the sight of my brother. My wolf surfaces as my eyes slowly bleed from my gorgeous striking red to that endless puddle of black.

  Without a care for my own safety, I wrap my hand around the silver shackles, the smell of burnt flesh becoming prominent before I yank it with all my strength.

  “Are you okay?” Sylvia asks, looking at my hands as Andy and Warren catch Crowley before he hits the floor.

  “I’m fine, Mama. I’ve dealt with much worse.” I shrug off my worried mother as I help carry Crowley through the cells. Tommy gives us the okay to slip out of the dungeons. Then I make Warren shift, so he can carry Crowley on his back.

  Soon, we’re all running back to the end of the territory with Jack, Jake, and Kelly joining in our run from the guards as we pass them. Then suddenly, my family starts falling. In a flash, two wolves come out of nowhere, taking down Jack and Kelly and making Sylvia stop as she tries to go to her child who is thrashing on the floor, trying to escape.

  I grab on to her as she tries to attack the guard, pushing the aging woman behind me.

  “Go mama! Help Warren get Crowley home. We’ll deal with this.”

  Sylvia cries, reaching out to her daughter who is now standing with a silver blade pressed to her throat. She takes a second, her gaze shifting from her daughter to me. With a stiff nod of her head, she goes running off with her husband and Crowley. Jake, Tommy, and Andy are staying behind with me.

  “Give me back my sister and Uncle, and we will leave peacefully. No one has to die.” I stand in front of the three boys on instinct.

  The guards just laugh. “You really think we’re going to let Celeste Middleton, the rogue who has been terrorizing packs for the last seven years, leave?”

  They draw a little blood on Kelly’s neck, making me clench my hands into fists as my wolf tries to take control again. “If you want me, you can have me. Let my family go. They’re innocent.”

  I’m not too worried about myself. I’ve been caught by packs before, and I always escaped.

  “We all know as soon as I let them go, you’ll kill us. They’ll be set free when the alpha gets here.” The tall man explains, pushing the dagger deeper into her throat and making my anger go over the edge.

  My wolf takes control of my human form as I run at the guards, my brothers following behind me. Before the first guard can even react, I snatch the blade away from Kelly’s throat and push her towards Tommy.

  “Go!” I yell at him as I grip the guard’s neck.

  “How dare you hurt an innocent child!” I growl at the guard, lifting him a little off the ground as I squeeze harder on his neck. It’s not long before he’s unconscious and I decide to just toss him aside. I quickly run to my brothers to help with the rest of the guards.

  More guards keep appearing out of nowhere, just rushing at us as we try to fight them off.

  That is until a loud voice booms around all of us, making us freeze.

  “Enough!” The mystery man called, power radiating from his voice. That’s when I realize he is the alpha.

  The guards stand up straighter, keeping their eyes trained on us as me and my brothers stand in a defensive circle.

  A few seconds later, the guards begin to clear a path as a tall, muscular man with black hair and green eyes steps towards us. Our eyes connect, and my whole world freezes.

  The word mate keeps repeating like venom in my head as my wolf snarls.

  We don’t want a mate.

  “No one lays a hand on any of them,” the man who I know as Alpha Austin Roman calls out angrily as his eyes never leave mine.

  “Celeste,” Jack says slowly, realizing what’s happening as he places his hand on my shoulder. He pulls me towards him and it earns him a growl from the alpha. “We need to leave now,” he whispers close to my ear.

  I give a curt nod, agreeing with him.

  “She is not going anywhere, so get your hands off my mate,” he growls.

  Jack’s grip on my shoulder never wavers as I growl back at the alpha. This catches everyone by surprise.

  “You will not talk to my family like that. We’re leaving. Tell your men to clear a path.” I call out to him.

  He doesn’t speak. His eyes fog over, giving me a hint of what he’s about to do.

  Just as suspected, he mind-linked his guards to grab me, but I am faster than any of them. I lunge out of the way, dragging my brothers down with me as we land away from them. I end up grabbing a silver dagger in the process.

  I hold the knife up to my throat; a slight burning feeling making its presence known as I press a little too hard. Roman’s eyes widen a little as he moves towards me.

  “Stay back! Unless you want me to slit my own throat, you’ll clear a path. We all know what happens to an alpha when his mate dies, Roman.” I hiss at him, making him stop his advances towards me.

  “You wouldn’t,” he says, but I only smile mischievously at him, making a cut on the side before raising my brow at him, daring him to question me.

  “Clear a path and let them through.” The words are forced out.

  “Jake, shift and make sure the rest of you get home safely. I’ll be right behind you.” My eyes never leave Roman’s as I speak to the boys behind me. The sounds of clothes ripping is heard and then the sound of paws running off in the opposite direction.

  Once I know they’ve passed the border, I shift and run, catching up to them before anyone can stop me.

  CHAPTER 2

  |celeste|

  Mistakes. What’s the biggest mistake you’ve ever made? Betrayed a friend or a loved one? Cheated on a test or on your boyfriend/girlfriend? I wish that was my biggest mistake. Then I wo
uldn’t have this guilt hanging over my shoulders. It was the guilt of the lives I’ve destroyed and the guilt of the lives I’ve taken.

  You see, when you hit rock bottom, it’s hard to come back, especially when rock bottom for a wolf is insanity. Your wolf takes over and your human side dies. You’re doomed to forever roam the earth crazy and angry, killing anything in your way without a second glance. But there are also those whose human side survive the transformation into a crazy wolf. They go dormant until the day they awaken and take control again.

  That is me.

  It wasn’t my intention to let my wolf have that much control. I was only ten and didn’t know how to defend myself. I was newly shifted and couldn’t control her properly.

  A rogue had stumbled into the cave I was living in, beaten and bloody. He was looking for a place to rest and heal, but he wasn’t willing to share, not even with a pup.

  He attacked me.

  I was on my deathbed for the second time in my life and was bleeding out fast. I was ready to give up. Who would miss me? I was just a lonely pup. No one, that’s who.

  And I did. I gave up, closed my eyes, and waited for that peaceful death I had been waiting for, but my wolf had other plans. She wanted to survive. She wanted revenge on our parents, the rogues we had crossed in the last three years of our lonely life, and on anyone else who tried to hurt us.

  So that’s what she did: she survived. She took control while I went into a deep slumber.

  I can’t remember everything that happened in the six years she took over, only bits and pieces. The memories come back to haunt me in my dreams mostly. I’ll wake up scared and angry; angry at the world, my wolf, and myself.

  After I took back control at sixteen, I was already the most feared rogue in the state. No one messed with me anymore and part of me was thankful for that, but the other part wanted someone to talk to or a permanent place to call home. I know that couldn’t happen though, not after what my wolf had done. So I only let her out to play when it’s absolutely needed, and I only kill the ones who deserve it. Not the innocent, not anymore.