Being born from rape and taking her mother life from birth. 
They detested her; treated her badly and gave her no name. Wanting nothing to do with her.
Girl, they called her, for eighteen years; until it had become the only name she knew for herself.
When her family who should have taken care of her. Find themselves in a big financial debt. The only hope in getting themselves out of the terrible mess they had created was to send her, to their pack leader house to work in repaying their debt.
Hating what they were doing to her. Girl, was clueless that working within the home of the alpha's son would somehow affected her.

The wolf without a name

My heart raced within my chest and my eyes widen hearing what the man from outside had said. I stood closer behind alpha Christian lowering my head, staring at the floor continuing to hold onto his hands, feeling nervous about meeting him eye to eye now that he knew I was his daughter and not some sad, weak she-wolf he saved. 


Suddenly I felt alpha Christian turned his upper body. I raised my head and there our eyes met, questioning me without words. 


I shook my head telling him no. As we continued to gaze into each other eyes I saw great worries within them; wanting to know why I was not interested in seeing him. 


"Take me home," I said out loud, calling his home now mine. 


My eyes widen as I turned my head aside; hearing the name my father had used to call me. 


"Aria," he called me again but softly. "Please let me explain everything to you," he said. 


Chapter 42: Take me home