Alle Kapitel von The Lost Heir: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 98

She waited until her dad's breathing changed.Alec had fallen asleep on the couch again, one arm over his face, the plans still spread across the coffee table like he'd meant to get back to them. Ivy watched him from the doorway until his chest was rising slow and even. Then she pulled her socks on, took her hoodie from the chair, and slipped out the side door.The night was cold. The main house was lit in the kitchen, a warm rectangle of yellow across the grass. Ivy stayed close to the fence line and moved past it slowly, and glanced through the window without stopping.Kendra was on the couch with Moo curled against her chest, both of them still. Kendra's hand was loose over the cat's back, her face younger in sleep than it ever was awake.Ivy kept moving.The medical building sat at the far edge of the property, low and dark except for one window — the night nurse at her desk, her back to the glass, her pen moving. Ivy went around to the far side where she'd left the window propped

The corridor was empty. Cole moved ahead of him, checking each junction before waving them through. Alec followed with four warriors at his back, all of them moving in near silence down the west wing — weapons ready, eyes working the shadows, the kind of focused quiet that came from people who had trained for exactly this. Alec counted doors. Third corridor. Fourth on the left. His body knew the route before his mind did, his steps quickening without him deciding to quicken them, something in him already moving toward her before the thinking part caught up. Cole stopped at the door. Stepped back. Alec looked through the narrow window. Four women inside. Maya was sitting on the edge of her bunk, turned toward the woman beside her, her hands moving the way they did when she was thinking out loud. She was thinner than she'd been. Her hair was loose around her shoulders. She was mid-sentence, whatever she was saying carrying enough weight that she was leaning slightly forward, her

The evening had settled into the quiet Vargr preferred.He sat in the chair by the window with a glass of wine he hadn't touched, one hand resting on the arm, his eyes on the mountain line where the last of the light was leaving. The compound was running. The program was running. The working held as it would continue to hold until the heir arrived and completed what had taken 153 years to build.The heir. He was certain of it — a son, born of the original line, the last piece of what that night in the ash had set in motion. He had been patient. He could be patient a little longer.He had been there when Serenity's labor started.He remembered her grip on his hand, her breath coming in long deliberate pulls. He had stayed at her side the entire night. His mother had been there too, moving with quiet efficiency, speaking in low tones, and at the moment that mattered she had lifted the boy and placed him in Vargr's arms. He had stood with his son for the first time and felt something mov

She woke up because the door clicked.The light was wrong. The ceiling was wrong. She lay still while her body caught up with where she was, the couch, the medical wing, Celeste's room. The door was opening.Mom.Maya was standing just inside the door. Still in her clothes from the compound, dust on her jacket, her hair loose. She was looking at Celeste first, clocking her, checking her the way Maya checked everything before she let herself feel anything. Then she looked at the couch.She looked at Ivy.Her face did something complicated and then went very still.Behind her, filling the doorway, was her dad.Ivy looked at him for just a second, at the dust on his jacket, the tiredness in his face, his hand on the doorframe making sure it was real. He looked back at her. He said nothing.She looked back at her mom.Her legs wanted to run. She made them walk because she had been holding things together in this room for three weeks. She did not know how to stop doing that just because he