The Alpha's Hidden Heir
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**Whispers of Silver** In the great famine, my father, to gather funds for the imperial examination, packed me and my mother up and sold us to a peddler as commodities. My mother, unable to endure the humiliation, turned and leapt into the raging floodwaters. Many years later, my father finally climbed to a high position, granted an audience with the Emperor. Then he looked up, and saw me, already seated on the Dragon Throne. The entire court glared at his stunned face: "Having met the Empress, why do you not kneel?" --- Alpha Lucian and his father had spent countless years searching for that lost bloodline. The Moon Goddess Crystal, for innumerable long nights, had been nothing but a dead stone—until that day. Deep in the woods, a frail figure tumbled from a tall oak, her knee scraped, a crimson bead of blood blooming on the soil. Lucian’s heart gave a violent lurch. The Moon Goddess Crystal, dormant for years in his hand, now pulsed with a searing light, pointing directly at that spreading stain of blood. **【Holy sh*t! This is how they found her?!】** **【Alpha's gonna explode, he searched for so long only for her to be found by falling down lol】** He stared fixedly at the bloodstain, his eyes alight with years of suppressed euphoria and shock. Found. The one he had tirelessly sought, his own blood, had appeared before him in this manner. “Find her! Find me the best guardian in this city, no matter the cost!” he roared, almost savagely. **【Alright, here comes the domineering search for kin again.】** Unbeknownst to him, the flesh and blood he so desperately sought was, at this very moment, plunging into despair because of another woman. He was even less aware that the net of destiny had violently begun to tighten. Just minutes earlier. At a narrow alley mouth in the west of the city, a luxurious, limited-edition sports car roared past, its tires skimming past the hair of a small girl, Eva, playing by the roadside, almost dragging her under. The car door swung open. Lucian’s fiancée, Vanessa Reed, impeccably dressed in the season’s latest couture, stepped out with an arrogant strut, her crimson-lacquered fingers elegantly brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Are you blind? Rushing around this narrow alley with a child?” She glared at Sophia, who was shielding her daughter, with utter disgust, as if they were two filthy rats. **【Ahhh! The vicious female antagonist has arrived! Classic rich fiancée!】** Sophia’s slender frame, however, erupted with astonishing strength, desperately clinging to her daughter, whose face was pale and already beginning to wheeze. “It was you! You were driving too fast!” Vanessa scoffed, disdainfully pulling a wad of cash from her bag and tossing it contemptuously to the ground. “Take this and buy some eye drops and dog food. Don’t let such lowly creatures appear in my sight again.” **【Female lead’s mom is so fierce! But she doesn’t know that’s her future son-in-law’s fiancée!】** **【Run! That woman will kill you!】** **【The child has asthma, what a cruel woman.】** The banknotes scattered in the mud, stinging Sophia’s eyes. Eva’s asthma flared, her tiny body curled in her mother’s arms, struggling for breath. Vanessa, however, didn’t spare them another glance, turning and striding away. Sophia’s nails almost dug into her palms, a pain that pierced to the very bone from the humiliation. She looked at her daughter’s purpling face in her arms, a fire capable of incinerating everything kindling in her eyes. In her desperation, a poster fluttered in the wind, catching Sophia’s gaze: **【High Salary! Alpha Lucian’s Family Seeks Exclusive Guardian for Long-Lost Bloodline, Monthly Salary: 100,000!】** **【The gears of fate begin to turn!】** **【This mom is really fighting for her daughter.】** **【LOL, Alpha hired his daughter's mom as a nanny.】** Lucian. The legendary ruthless Alpha. Sophia knew of his formidable reputation, but the temptation he offered was her only lifeline. She submitted her resume, passed layer after layer of assessments, and received that weighty, official ID belonging to the Lucian family. As she held the ID, stepping through the grand gates of the Lucian family’s magnificent estate. A familiar, sharp voice drifted from nearby: “You lowly woman! What are you doing here? Who let her in? Get her out of my sight!” Vanessa Reed, having just run into Sophia, her eyes instantly turning venomous. The servants stirred, moving to apprehend Sophia. **【Hahaha! Shura field! Alpha’s coming down shirtless!】** **【He has no idea this is his wife and daughter! LOL!】** **【A CEO's brain is always wired differently, he won't guess this!】** A furious growl echoed from upstairs, followed by heavy, hurried footsteps. Lucian, his muscular upper body bare, his damp hair slightly ruffled, had clearly just emerged from the shower. His sharp, hawk-like eyes swept across the chaotic living room, stopping on Sophia, who was being restrained by the servants, carrying a mix of confusion, bewilderment, and a hint of something imperceptible… a daze. He had no idea that this “lowly woman,” despised by his fiancée, was the very mother of the daughter he had so painstakingly sought. And the ID in her hand signified that she would become his daughter’s most intimate guardian. An unknown drama of destiny, at this very moment, officially began. One child, one forbidden love—three lives spiraling out of control.🤫The truth goes deeper—binge the full series on Playlet! 😍
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Publish:2025-09-20
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