Novels by Heidi Lannister

AARONNE"Yes, there," I say, pointing at the far corner. "The pool should go there. Right by the window."The foreman nods, his face sweating. "As you wish, my lady. But the Alpha said—""The Alpha will approve," I cut him off. "Just do as I say."He hesitates, then shrugs and returns to his work. I watch them dig, my mind already spinning with plans.I have paid and instructed a bunch of workers to build me a nice pink pool. This pool will be my sanctuary. My secret place where I can shift and practice, and no one will know.I'm so lost in my thoughts that I don't hear my father enter. He stands in the doorway, his arms crossed, his expression a mix of confusion and concern."Aaronne," he says, his voice cutting through the noise. "What is this? Why are you building a pool in your room?"I freeze. I turn to face him, my heart pounding. "Father. I….I wanted a pool. For... for relaxation.""Relaxation?" He steps closer, his eyes scanning the workmen. "Since when do you like swimming? Y

RONANMy laughter dies in my throat. I stop mid-pace, my eyes narrowing at the scout."Warn me against what?" I hiss. "What could you possibly have to warn me about?"The scout's face is pale, his hands trembling. "Please, my lord, I only ask that you remain calm.""Don't tell me to be calm!" I roar. I snatch a glass from the table and hurl it against the wall. It shatters, spraying shards across the floor. The scout flinches, stepping back."Do you have any idea what it means to watch your grandfather fail?" I shout, my voice echoing off the stone walls. "To watch your father fail? To inherit a pack with pitiful resources, with dwindling territory, with no legacy to speak of?"The scout opens his mouth, but I cut him off."I have spent my entire life clawing my way up from the ashes of their failures! Every step I've taken, every battle I've won, every alliance I've forged—it's all been to build something they couldn't! And now, when I am finally on the brink of greatness, you dare t

RONANA knock on the door interrupts my thoughts."Enter," I call, not bothering to turn around.The door creaks open and a hesitant voice speaks. "My lord, there's someone here to see you. He says he has urgent news."I snarl, spinning around. "Get out! I don't care if it's from my own father! Tell him to leave! Now!"The servant flinches, his face pale. "But my lord, he said it's important. He said it's good news. He said it's about the swans."I freeze. Swans? My anger evaporates, replaced by a sharp, predatory interest. I move toward the door, my eyes gleaming."Let him in," I say, my voice low and controlled. "Let me hear if he will have some good news to offer."The servant scurries away and a moment later, a scout enters, his cloak still damp with morning dew. He bows low, his eyes on the floor."Report," I command. "What have you found? What is it that so much demands my attention at this hour of the day?”The scout straightens, his face flushed with excitement. "My lord, we'

RONANI traced my finger along the border of the Swan Shifter territories, my mind already racing with strategies, with formations, with the glorious victory that awaited me.The Swan Shifters had no idea what was coming for them. They had no idea that Ronan Blackwood, Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack, had set his sights on their lands.And why shouldn't I? Their territory was rich with resources—clear waters, fertile valleys, forests teeming with game. They didn't deserve such bounty. They didn't know how to use it. They were weak, and the strong had always taken from the weak. That was the way of the world. That was the way of wolves.A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts."Enter," I called, not bothering to look up.My Beta, Darian, stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Alpha, the delegation from the Northern Ridge Pack has arrived. They await your audience."I straightened, a smile tugging at my lips. Finally. I'd sent word to Alpha Tyler weeks ago, requesting his sup

AARONNEStepmother Lyra's voice drones on in a constant, syrupy stream of praise. She's been talking about Nicholas for the past ten minutes, her hand resting possessively on his shoulder.It is obvious he is her favorite child. And maybe she hopes that someday, he will become king. I suspect that this is her plan all along. "Such a strong young man," she says, her eyes gleaming with pride. "So respectful. So poised. He'll go far, I'm sure of it. These halls, Kieran, they'll be of great use to him in the future. A young man needs a proper foundation, don't you agree?"I watch my father nod, his face beaming. "Absolutely. A fine young man. I can see the leadership in him. The potential."My stomach churns. Leadership? In him? So funny! He's barely said two words.Nicholas smiles modestly, the picture of humility. But I see the glint in his eyes. The satisfaction. He knows exactly what his mother is doing and he's enjoying it.I don't like this. I don't like any of this."Thank you, Al

AARONNEI cannot believe this.My world is spinning. My mind is reeling. Could my father have known Stepmother Lyra before he married my mother? The thought is impossible and yet... here they are. Three children. Her children from before.I stand by the window, my hands gripping the sill so tightly my knuckles are white. Freya and Lina are still chattering behind me, their voices a dull buzz I can barely process."She looks just like Lady Lyra," Freya says, smoothing the sheets. "The same sharp cheekbones. The same eyes.""And the boy," Lina adds. "He's handsome. Very handsome. I wonder if he's single.""Lina, focus," Freya scolds. "We're supposed to be making the bed, not scouting for husbands.""I can do both," Lina says with a laugh. “I know I'm a superwoman.” They continue their gossip, their words drifting in and out of my awareness. They talk about the children's clothes, their carriage, the way they carried themselves. They speculate about their father, their history, their pu