All Chapters of The Heir's Child: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

We meet with the Listing Realtor for the property that Raven found on her phone. Sure enough, I am in love with the home before we even enter it. The wraparound porch is just the picture of peaceful. There are no neighbors too close so we would also have some semblance of privacy."Hi, nice to meet you both." He says reaching out to shake our hands."It is nice to meet you too. How long has this home been on the market?" Raven asks taking charge."It has been on the market for quite a while, honestly. The owners are beginning to grow restless at selling." He says."Okay. I will be honest, we are paying cash for whatever property we find. We are hoping to buy and move in quickly." Raven tells him.At the mention of a cash sale, the Realtor's eyes light up. It is not every day that somebody comes by wanting to pay full price for a home in cash. "I am sure that we can make that work. This really is a wonderful property. Please, come in." He says walking to the front door.When we enter

Back at the PackLyall's POVThe anxiety is becoming unbearable.Every hour that passes without finding Rowan feels like another nail sealing the lid on the future I always imagined for us.She has not even been gone that long, but I know exactly how this works.We were trained for situations like this.If someone wants to disappear, the first few days are the only real chance of finding them. After that, the trail grows colder with every passing mile. New scents cover old ones. Cameras overwrite footage. Witnesses forget faces.If she makes it through the first week...There is a very real possibility that I will never find her again.The thought makes my chest tighten until it is almost painful to breathe.I can't let that happen.Not to Rowan.Not to our pup.Life inside the pack doesn't even feel real anymore.Everything reminds me of her.The training fields.The lake.The bowling alley where our group spent Friday nights.The trail through the woods where we used to race each ot

Shopping with Raven turns out to be an entire adventure.No...Adventure isn't the right word.An endurance test.When Raven goes shopping, she doesn't simply buy what she needs.She hunts.She compares prices.She reads reviews.She somehow finds stores I never even noticed existed.By lunchtime we have already visited three furniture stores, a hardware store, two grocery stores, and a place that sold nothing but candles.Candles.Who needs an entire store dedicated to candles?Apparently witches.According to Raven, certain scents help with different spells while others simply help calm magical energy.I stopped asking questions after she spent nearly fifteen minutes debating between lavender and rosemary."You are judging me," she says without even looking up from a candle."I absolutely am.""They smell different.""They're candles.""They're magical candles.""That somehow makes it worse."She laughs as she puts both into the cart anyway."You're hopeless.""So I've been told."B

"Most of the furniture will be delivered this weekend. As a bonus, you'll be at work, so I won't have to worry about you trying to help," Raven tells me as we make our way back toward Salem.I grin over at her."Hey, I told you that I wouldn't.""You also said you weren't going to buy baby furniture today.""...That is completely different."She laughs."It really isn't."I stick my tongue out at her."Hah, okay," she says, shaking her head. "Like I believe that for even a second. The moment the movers aren't looking, you'd start rearranging every room in the house."I gasp dramatically."I would not."She gives me a look."...Okay," I admit with a laugh. "Maybe just a little.""A little?""I mean... it would be funny."She groans."I knew it."I can't help smiling as I picture the confused expressions on the movers' faces.One minute the crib would be in the nursery.The next it would somehow be in the hallway.Then back again.Humans would probably spend an hour arguing over who mov

My shift goes as smoothly as I could have hoped. The lunch rush is still hectic, but it no longer feels overwhelming. Instead of constantly worrying about making a mistake, I actually find myself enjoying the work.I learn a few more names today.Mr. Henderson, who always orders the exact same cheeseburger with extra pickles and somehow manages to finish it in under five minutes.Mrs. Collins, who insists on splitting a slice of pie with her husband every Thursday because, according to her, "Calories don't count if you share."A little boy named Tommy who proudly tells me that he lost his first tooth that morning before opening his mouth wide enough for the entire restaurant to inspect the gap.The humans surprise me more every day.Back home, everyone knew everyone because we belonged to the same pack.Here, people knew each other because they simply... cared.They remembered birthdays.They asked about each other's children.They celebrated little victories that, in the pack, probab