All Chapters of His Heir Was a Lie: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Damian and I met at the Wolf Academy and became bound after graduation.Back then, I was only a wolf-less Omega trying to survive. I had no inner wolf, no shift, and no bloodline anyone respected, so the academy was never kind to me. I grew up with almost nothing. My parents were never part of my life, and the only person who ever truly cared for me was my grandmother. But after she died, I was left with nowhere to go, and I started envying anyone who had a family waiting for them.Because I had grown up without love, I became more and more dependent on Damian. At the academy, when other wolves mocked me for being an Omega without a wolf, he was the one who stepped in. When people made things difficult for me, he shielded me. He was patient, attentive, and never looked down on my background.I was too young to know the difference between being protected and being loved, so I treated his kindness like it was everything.When he asked me to bond with him, he promised me a real home an

I knew exactly what it meant for a pack to have no heir.An Alpha without a blood heir would be watched by rival packs, questioned by elders, and quietly looked down on by every family waiting for weakness to show. Because of that, no matter how cruel Catherine was, I never truly fought back. I did not tell Damian the worst of what she said, and I did not expose the truth in the fertility report either. I only kept asking him the same thing.If we could not have a pup of our own, then let us adopt one.Each time, Damian found a reason to delay.I begged him for half a year, and half a year passed with nothing changing.But his late returns started to feel wrong.He came home later and later, and the first thing he touched was always his phone. Sometimes there was even a smile on his face, the kind that vanished the instant he noticed me looking.One day, I followed him.His car stopped outside a private residential compound deep inside pack territory, the kind of place outsiders could

The moment I hit send, the Vale family group exploded.For one long second, the screen stayed still.Then the replies started pouring in so fast I could barely read them.What is this?Is this real?Congenital azoospermia?Permanent infertility?Then the problem was never Serena?Whose pup is Selene carrying?Catherine was the first to recover.Her messages came sharp and furious, one after another.Who gave you the right to forge medical records and throw filth into the family chat?Delete it immediately.Have you finally lost your mind?I stared at the screen, then typed back with steady fingers.Forge it? Then take Damian to Mooncrest Medical Center and let the doctor repeat it in front of everyone.The group fell silent.Not for long.A pack elder I had barely spoken to in five years sent the next message.Mrs. Vale, if this is false, then proving it should be simple.Another followed.If it is true, then the entire family has been deceived.Then another.And if Damian cannot sire

“Now you remember my name?”Damian stopped two steps away from me.For a moment, he said nothing. The noise from the sitting room still drifted faintly down the hall—Catherine arguing with the elders, Selene crying, chairs scraping across the floor—but out here, none of it seemed to reach him. He looked as though the world had narrowed to the space between us.“I didn’t know,” he said at last.His voice was rough.“If I had known—”I cut him off before he could finish.“If you had known what?” I asked. “That I was suffering for you? That I was being humiliated for your secret? That every time your mother called me barren, she was cursing the wrong person?”He went pale.Not the performative kind of regret he had worn when he wanted to smooth things over. Not the tired irritation he used whenever I asked him for too much truth.This was different.This was the face of a man who had finally understood the shape of what he had done and realized it could not be undone.“Serena,” he said, q