Swapped Daughter of the Alpha

I discovered that I wasn’t the true Alpha's daughter—I had been swapped at birth with the real heir. Now, she’s back, ready to reclaim what was always hers. Just like that, I was cast aside—not only by my pack but also by my parents and, above all, by my mate, Alpha Eros.

"Remi is boring, unlike you. You're all I ever wanted."

I overheard them in my own room at the packhouse, breathy noises, whimpering, and holding each other as if I didn’t exist, as if my pain meant nothing.

It turns out that my mate’s first love was the real daughter, Daisy. He only broke up with her because he thought I was the true Alpha's daughter, forced into our bond for the sake of an alliance. Now that he didn’t need me anymore, he was free to discard me.

As I sat on the plane, leaving behind the house I had shared with Eros for five years—now burning in flames—I didn’t look back.

I'll be leaving. For Good.

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Remi's POV

The dim glow of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden hues over the room as I adjusted the large bow on the gift box. My heart raced with anticipation, and for the first time in weeks, I felt a flicker of hope. Tonight was our five-year wedding anniversary. It wasn’t just any milestone; it was a chance for me to salvage what little remained of my life as Alpha Eros’s Luna.

Everything was perfect—the box, the bow, the Moonstone, and the tiny pregnancy test I clutched in my trembling hand. Five long years of waiting, hoping, praying for a miracle. Finally, I had one. After years of Eros longing for an heir, I was pregnant. I imagined the joy on his face when I surprised him, the way his strong arms would envelop me, and the pride in his eyes when he realized we were starting a family.

I wanted to be his Luna, not just by title but by heart. Especially now that the rest of my world had crumbled.

The sound of the front door opening startled me from my thoughts. My heart leapt in excitement. Eros was home. I quickly climbed inside the gift box, adjusting the bow from within, making sure everything was just right. I bit my lip to stifle a giggle, imagining his surprise.

Then I heard his phone vibrate, followed by the sound of it being placed on speaker. I stayed still, my ears perking up at the sound of his deep voice.

"Hey, Eros," came a familiar voice—it was his friend, Darren.

"What is it?" Eros asked, his tone distracted.

"You won’t believe this. Daisy is coming back," Darren said, amusement lacing his words.

I froze. Daisy?

Eros paused. "I heard."

"Yeah!" Darren continued. "Turns out she’s the real Alpha’s daughter. What a twist, huh? The one your father made you leave behind was actually the one he wanted you to marry all along. The Alpha's daughter."

There was a long silence before Eros spoke again, his voice low but firm. "I know. That’s great news."

A lump formed in my throat.

"At the time, my father forced me to break up with Daisy and marry Remi because we thought she was the Alpha’s daughter. It was all for the alliance," Eros admitted, bitterness creeping into his voice.

Darren chuckled. "Bet you didn’t see that coming."

"I’ve had enough of Remi," Eros muttered. "She’s boring. Always trying too hard. I’ve tolerated her for years because I had no choice, but now... now I might finally have a way out."

My blood turned cold.

"She’s just so... desperate," Eros added, his tone dripping with disdain. "Always planning these stupid surprises, thinking they’ll make a difference."

I clutched the edge of the box, my knuckles white. My breath hitched as tears pricked my eyes.

"Speaking of which," Eros continued with a sneer, "there’s a giant gift box in the room. Probably one of her idiotic attempts to impress me. I don’t even want to open it."

Darren laughed. "Classic Remi."

I bit down hard on my lip to keep from sobbing. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Everything I had done, everything I had planned—it was all for him. To see him smile, to feel even a fraction of his love. But now I realized he never saw me. Not as a partner. Not as his Luna. Not as anything.

The sound of water running signaled that Eros had gone into the bathroom. I sat there in the suffocating silence, tears streaming down my face. My mind reeled as I tried to process what I had just heard.

A week ago, I found out the truth: I wasn’t the Alpha’s blood daughter. A mistake at the hospital had swapped me with Daisy, the rightful heir. My parents, who once adored me, turned cold overnight. Their love felt like a distant memory. Their words grew curt, their gazes empty. I was no longer their shining star but an outsider occupying a space I no longer deserved.

I poured all my hope into tonight. Eros was my last refuge, the one person I thought might stand by me when everyone else had abandoned me.

For years, I lived under the illusion that I belonged. That I mattered. My parents’ love was gone. My position as the Alpha’s daughter was taken away. And now, the one person I thought would stand by me had just crushed my last hope.

I had done everything for Eros—sacrificed, endured, loved. And yet, it was never enough.

My hands trembled as I pressed the button inside the box, causing it to open with a soft click. I stepped out, my vision blurred by tears. My gaze fell on the glowing Moonstone in my hand, the rare and precious gift I had painstakingly obtained for him. It was supposed to symbolize my devotion, my belief in him.

But he didn’t deserve it.

With a resolute breath, I absorbed the Moonstone’s power. The radiant glow dimmed, leaving behind a dull, lifeless stone. It no longer held its brilliance, just as my love for him no longer held its meaning.

I threw the stone into the trash can alongside the gift box and wiped my tears.

As I walked out into the chilly night air, my phone buzzed. I answered it without thinking.

"Where are you?" Eros’s impatient voice barked through the line. "Get back here immediately. We’re throwing a party tonight for Daisy’s return."

Daisy’s return. The real daughter. His first love.

I hung up without responding, my heart heavy with despair. The streets blurred around me as tears fell freely. My world had crumbled, and I was left standing in the ruins, completely alone.

Chapter 2

Remi's POV

I pushed open the heavy oak doors of the packhouse, stepping into the foyer. The familiar scent of pine and earth filled my nose, but it no longer felt like home. I rubbed at my swollen, red eyes, silently hoping the puffiness would fade before anyone noticed.

Eros’s scent lingered in the air, strong and commanding as always. I heard his footsteps before I saw him, and when he rounded the corner, his piercing eyes locked on me.

“Remi,” he said, his tone clipped. “What happened to your eyes?”

I hesitated, my heart clenching at the sudden attention. Maybe he noticed because he cared. Maybe... just maybe. But his expression wasn’t soft or concerned—it was cold, impatient.

“Nothing,” I mumbled, lowering my gaze. “Just some sand. It’s nothing.”

He stared at me for a moment longer, then shrugged. “We’re late. Let’s go.”

I blinked. “I need to change first. I—”

“No,” he cut me off, his tone sharp. “You don’t need to change. We’re already late, and I won’t have everyone waiting for us.”

I looked down at my worn jeans and plain shirt, my heart sinking. “But—”

“Enough, Remi.” He grabbed my wrist, his grip firm but not painful, and pulled me toward the door. “You look fine. Let’s go.”

Fine. That’s all I ever was to him now—fine. Nothing more.

The drive to the party was silent. I sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, clutching my trembling hands in my lap. My heart ached with every mile, knowing I was walking into a room where I would be nothing but an afterthought.

When we arrived, the grand hall was already bustling with pack members. The air buzzed with excitement, laughter, and admiration for the pack’s newest addition: Daisy, the rightful Alpha’s daughter.

As we entered, all eyes turned to us. Or rather, to him. Alpha Eros commanded attention without even trying, his presence magnetic and imposing. I, on the other hand, faded into the background like a shadow.

And then I saw her.

Daisy stood at the center of the room, radiant in a diamond-studded gown that shimmered with every movement. Her hair cascaded in perfect waves, and her smile lit up the entire hall. She was beautiful—a swan among a flock of ducks.

I glanced down at my simple outfit, the jeans that suddenly felt too tight, the shirt that felt too plain. I felt like an intruder, a misplaced piece in a perfect puzzle.

Alpha Donovan, my—no, Daisy’s—father, stepped onto the dais, his voice booming through the room.

“Tonight, we celebrate the return of our real daughter, Daisy,” he announced, his tone filled with pride and emotion. “She has endured so much, suffered greatly, but now she’s back where she belongs. From this day forward, she will be cherished and treasured as she deserves.”

Applause erupted, loud and enthusiastic. I stood at the edge of the crowd, feeling like a ghost.

“She’s stunning,” someone whispered behind me.

“Poor Daisy. Imagine what she went through while Remi was here, living her life,” another added.

My cheeks burned as I heard their words, my heart sinking lower with every hushed comment.

“She’s a fake,” one voice muttered.

“Just look at her,” another said with a sneer. “What a joke.”

My throat tightened, and I swallowed the lump forming there. I wanted to disappear, to vanish into thin air.

“Remi.”

The voice jolted me, and I turned to see Daisy approaching, a glass of red wine in her hand. Her smile was sweet, but her eyes were sharp, glinting with something darker.

“Are you happy with what you see?” she asked, her tone laced with mockery.

I stared at her, unsure how to respond. “I don’t—”

“You stole my life,” she hissed, stepping closer. “You stole my parents, my family, my home.”

“It wasn’t my fault,” I said quietly, my voice trembling.

“Wasn’t it?” She tilted her head, her smile widening. “You stole everything from me, Remi. Even my man.” Her gaze flicked toward Eros, and her lips curled into a smirk.

“I didn’t—”

“You did,” she interrupted. “But now, I have it all back. My family. My place. Eros.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. “How does it feel to lose everything?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, she turned her back to the crowd, tilting her glass slightly.

And then she poured the wine down the front of her dress.

The glass slipped from her hand, shattering on the floor as she stumbled back, falling to the ground. Her cries pierced the air, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

“Oh my goddess, please don’t!” she sobbed, her voice trembling. “Why would you do this to me?”

Murmurs filled the room as all eyes turned to me.

“I didn’t—” I started, panic rising in my chest.

I took a shaky breath, my hand trembling over my abdomen. No one knew yet, but our child—my child—was growing inside me.

“Remi!” Eros’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and accusing. He crossed the room in an instant, his expression furious. “What the heck is wrong with you?”

“I didn’t do anything!” I cried, my voice breaking.

“How could you?” my father—no, Alpha Donovan—snapped. “You’ve already enjoyed a life that wasn’t yours, and now you can’t even let your sister have her moment?”

“She’s not my sister!” I yelled, my voice shaking with anger and pain.

Eros’s hand struck my cheek before I even saw it coming. The sting burned, and I stumbled back, clutching my face as tears streamed down my cheeks.

Chapter 3

Remi's POV

The slap echoed in my ears, and for a moment, everything went still. The world blurred, the crowd’s murmurs faded, and all I could hear was the sting of Eros’s palm across my cheek. My face burned, but it wasn’t just from the physical pain—it was from the humiliation, the coldness in his eyes. The man I had loved, the man I had sacrificed everything for, had just slapped me like I was nothing. Not his Luna. Not his mate. Just a nuisance.

Tears welled in my eyes, but I forced them back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break further. But it was too much. My chest ached, a tightness that had been growing for weeks, months, years now. I was drowning in it.

“Remi!” Eros’s voice cut through the thick tension, sharp and accusatory. “What is wrong with you?”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. The room had fallen silent, the eyes of the pack members all trained on me, but their judgment was nothing compared to the burning fury in Eros’s gaze.

“Enough,” came my father’s voice, booming across the room. Alpha Donovan. “Remi, you are ruining the mood. Today is supposed to be a celebration. We have our beloved real daughter back, and here you are, crying and sobbing.”

His words hit like a physical blow. Real daughter. The phrase stung, a reminder that I had never truly belonged here, that I had only ever been a placeholder, a mistake—a mistake they were now eager to correct.

“You’re such a bummer,” my mother, Luna Kierra, chimed in with disgust. “You ruin the atmosphere every time you’re here. Go cry somewhere else. This is a celebration for Daisy, not you.”

I couldn’t stop the sob that escaped my lips. My heart felt like it was being ripped out of my chest. Leave, they said. Go somewhere else, they demanded.

So, I left.

I didn’t say a word. I didn’t try to explain. There was no point. Not when my own parents, the very people who were supposed to love me, had turned their backs on me. Not when Eros, the man I had given everything to, had slapped me and humiliated me in front of everyone. There was nothing left here for me.

As I stepped out into the cold night air, my wolf roared inside me. The fury was burning—my body was trembling with it. The anger, the rage, the betrayal—everything was clawing at me, urging me to tear down this world that had rejected me—urging me to use the power of the moonstone that made me stronger.

But then, my hand instinctively pressed to my abdomen. I was pregnant. I can’t, I thought, swallowing back the fire. Not yet. My wolf growled in protest, but I knew this wasn’t the time. I couldn’t risk my baby. I couldn’t let my rage destroy the fragile life I was carrying. So, I walked. Slowly, deliberately, I walked away from everything I had ever known.

I wandered aimlessly through the streets, my heart heavy and my mind clouded with a mix of anger and despair. I didn’t know where I was going. All I knew was that I couldn’t stay here. I couldn’t stay in a place where I was nothing. Where I was nobody. I wasn’t even the Alpha’s daughter anymore. I was just… Remi.

Eventually, I made my way home—the packhouse I had once thought of as mine. The place where Eros and I had built our life together, or so I thought. The door opened with a creak, and I stepped inside, my heart sinking with each step. The house felt colder than it ever had before. The walls, once warm with memories of our love, now seemed suffocating.

And then, I heard it. The sound that shattered my last shred of hope.

Breathy noises. Soft, breathy noises that made my stomach churn. Eros and Daisy. In our bed. In the bed that had once been ours.

I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart in my throat as I heard their voices. Eros's deep, familiar tone. Daisy’s breathy giggles. "You’re so much better than her," I heard Eros say, his voice laced with a smug satisfaction. "Remi’s so boring. She’s like a lifeless doll in bed."

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. The words echoed in my head, the realization that Eros had never cared for me, never loved me like he should have. He had never seen me. Not really.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips as Daisy’s laughter rang out, followed by a soft sigh of satisfaction. “She’s nothing compared to me,” she purred. “I’m glad I’m finally where I belong.”

My wolf howled in fury, the desire to lash out so strong that it was nearly overwhelming. But I forced it down. I couldn’t lose control. Not now. Not when I had so much at stake.

I didn’t know how long they shared my bed together. All I knew was after some time, Daisy finally left.

I turned and walked away, but not before I heard the door creak open. Eros stepped into the hallway, looking at me with that same indifferent expression, as though I were nothing more than an inconvenience.

“You’re here,” he said, as though addressing a servant. “I’m hungry. Make me something to eat.”

I didn’t move. I didn’t even flinch. Instead, I walked past him, heading straight for the photos—the memories I had once cherished—scattered across the room. I collected them, one by one, until they were all in a box. Pictures of me and Eros, of the life I thought we had. And then, I took the box outside.

I set it on fire.

The flames flickered, licking at the edges of the memories I had tried to hold on to. I felt a strange sense of relief as the paper curled and blackened. The life I thought I had was gone, burned to ashes.

Eros came outside, his voice sharp. “What are you doing? Are you deaf? I told you to cook something.”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. His words didn’t matter anymore. Nothing he said could reach me.

“There’s food in the fridge,” I said, my voice cold and empty. “You can eat it yourself.”

As the flames grew higher, I thought about how much I hated this house now. The walls, the furniture—it all reeked of Daisy. The scent of her filled every corner, and it made my stomach turn. This house doesn’t belong to me anymore.

I set a timer. Tomorrow, when I was already gone, when I was far away, this house would burn to the ground. A fitting end for everything it had represented.

With one last glance at the fire, I grabbed the divorce agreement I had prepared after I was asked to leave the party last time. Thankfully, my good friend was able to make me this document in a rush. It was time to make this official.

When I returned inside, Eros was still on the phone with Daisy, completely ignoring me. I stood in front of him, holding the papers. “Sign this,” I said, my voice steady despite the pain. “It’s a pack issue agreement. Besides, I prepared a surprise gift for you and I put it in your office. I want you to see it as soon as you start working tomorrow."

Without even glancing up, he took the papers, signed them casually, and shoved them back at me. “Ok. Leave me alone now.”

I nodded, my heart breaking with every passing second. As I turned to leave, I whispered to myself, “I will. Forever.”

Chapter 4

Remi's POV

I sat at the desk in the quiet corner of my bedroom, the weight of everything pressing on me. The pain, the betrayal, the rage—it all boiled together, clouding my thoughts. I had to do this. I had to leave, and for once, I wasn’t going to look back.

The pen shook in my hand as I began to write. It was hard to find the right words, but I knew I couldn’t leave without saying something. Something to Eros. Something to him that would mark the end of everything I had ever thought was real between us.

I began to write:

Eros,

You don’t know, do you? You didn’t even care to notice. I’m pregnant. A week ago, I was at that gift box, trying to surprise you with my pregnancy, and you were too busy thinking about Daisy.

Goodbye, Eros. For the last time.

Oh, and enjoy my "BIG SURPRISE" for you.

Remi

I stared at the letter, my heart torn in every direction. It wasn’t just the end of a relationship—it was the end of everything I had known, everything I had fought for. A part of me wanted to keep fighting, to demand answers, to scream at him for everything he had put me through. But I knew deep down that there would be no point. There was nothing left here for me.

I folded the letter carefully and placed it in the box, alongside the divorce agreement I had prepared earlier. The weight of the documents in the box felt almost symbolic. This was it—the final step.

I looked around the room, the space that once held so many memories, now only a place of torment. The scent of Daisy lingered in the air, tainting everything. It made my stomach churn, but I had no time for this. I couldn’t stay here any longer. It was time to go.

I carried the box down the stairs and out the back door, slipping through the packhouse and towards the office building where the Alpha’s office was located. I needed to make sure this box—this final piece of my past—was somewhere Eros could find immediately.

The walk to the Alpha office was quiet, my steps echoing in the stillness. Later, after leaving this pack, as soon as the timer sets off—the packhouse will become a fiery disaster, so I had to place these papers somewhere out of the fire.

The house would burn down tonight. I had set the timer before leaving, and the house would go up in flames once I was far away, out of reach. There was no turning back now.

I reached the office and placed the box on the desk, hidden behind stacks of papers. With one last glance at the office, I turned and walked away, heading straight for the airport.

As I boarded the plane, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the final chapter of my life here. It wasn’t just the end of my relationship with Eros. It was the end of everything. I didn’t belong here anymore, not in the pack, not in this house. Not with him.

As I took my seat and strapped myself in, my thoughts drifted. I could feel the weight of my decision settling on my chest. It wasn’t just the fire I had set. It was the life I was leaving behind.

Then, something caught my attention. On the large screen in the airport terminal, a news report flashed. The royal family was making headlines. It was a story about the king and queen searching for their real daughter—their stolen daughter.

I froze. The royal family had been searching for their real daughter for over 20 years. She was taken from them right after birth, and they had never stopped looking for her. They claimed to have seen a birthmark on her left wrist—a sign of her true identity.

I glanced down at my own left wrist, the wrist where I had always known there was a small mark, a crescent-shaped birthmark. My mind raced, but I quickly shook my head. No, it couldn’t be. It was just a coincidence, wasn’t it?

But my thoughts couldn’t settle. I kept staring at the screen, my heart pounding. I ignored the thought, pushing it aside. There was no way it was true. It was just some random coincidence, a random birthmark. Before I could think about it any further, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at the screen, and my heart sank.

Eros.

I refused to answer.

The buzzing intensified. The messages came in, flooding my phone. “Our house is on fire. Are you in the house? Answer me immediately. What’s going on?”

Then another one. “I knew you weren’t in the house. Where are you? Come back now. Daisy’s suddenly so ill. I heard you have the Moonstone. You can help her. You need to come back right now.”

I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. Still asking for the Moonstone? Still asking me to sacrifice everything for them?They hadn’t changed, and they never would. They were just using me.

The next message came, more frantic than the others. “What’s with the divorce agreement? I don’t remember signing this. What’s going on? Listen, I can explain. Come back. I can explain everything.”

I scoffed. Explain? Now he wanted to explain?

Another message. “Why can’t I feel the mate bond anymore? Why does it feel so distant? Where are you?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I blocked him without hesitation, cutting off all ties. The mate bond? It was broken the moment he chose Daisy over me.

I leaned back in my seat, staring out the window as the plane began to taxi down the runway. I had done it. I had left everything behind.

I was finally free.

And I would never go back.