Novel & Cerita A Heir Or An Heir

A brief pause. “And my heir.”

Back when he told me that, I thought he was just making it up to pressure me into taking over the sanctum. I still remembered the way he used to tap my forehead, half-annoyed. "You're not even on the list. The master chose his heir long before you were born. It's a very special and gifted boy." Could that heir be Max? I didn't waste time. I grabbed my needles again, adjusted the placements, and began breaking the spell. Half an hour passed. It should've worked by now. But he still didn't wake up, and I couldn't hear a heartbeat either.

The cool satisfaction of a man who believes everything is proceeding exactly as planned. I raised my glass in return, my smile flawless. I hope you can still smile like this, Dominic. Three days from now. When your heir is gone— and you finally understand what it cost you to underestimate me.

"Family scandal, probably. Secret affairs, illegitimate children, cover-ups. Rich families are experts at hiding inconvenient truths." The twins had abandoned their ship-watching to listen to our conversation. "What's an heiress?" Ethan asked. "It's like a princess," Alexander said confidently. "Not exactly," I corrected gently. "An heiress is a woman who inherits a lot of money or property from her family." "Like if you died and left us all your money?" Alexander asked with typical four-year-old directness. "Hopefully that won't happen for a very long time," Thomas said quickly. "But yes, that's the general idea," I confirmed.

I cut off one of the elders and added, “What you sought is an heir. Here he is. But let me be loud and clear. Lillian will be my only Luna and no one else!” “Keegan! Have you gone mad?!” Mom shouts. “Alpha Keegan, look at the little one in your arms. The Goddess has already spoken, and an heir is born. That’s your bloodline,” One of the Elders sternly says. “And that’s exactly why I said he’ll be my heir. It’s no rocket science. A heir and a Luna are two different things.” Elders give each other a look while Sienna’s cries echo in the background.

“But why are they searching for me… I did nothing to them.” Ophelia paused, then said quietly, “You are the heir. You’re the Alpha of Nightshade.” The word hit harder than anything else. Is he an heir? He felt it… something curled in his chest. Something unfamiliar. His fingers twitched as he shook his head slightly.

“Is that all children are to you? Heirs to the riches we stock up during our lives?” “What else are they? I was my father’s heir and he was his father’s. That’s how successful families prosper. We will have a son who will take over when I am too old to manage on my own.” “And what if we have a daughter? Do we trade her in for a new model?”

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”

I pressed a hand to my temple. No. Nope. Absolutely not. There were plenty of Black Hollow problems I had prepared myself for. Gossip. Bad memories. Ex-mate trauma. Possibly mold in the Frost house. Telepathic window monsters had not made the list. The silver-eyed thing leaned closer to the glass. The bloody symbol smeared beneath its hand. The voice came again, colder this time. The blood heir lives. Every muscle in my body locked. Blood heir. The words felt wrong and familiar at the same time, like hearing a name I had forgotten belonged to me.

"That's enough. The support agreement is already signed. Just carry the child and give birth." Mandy stared at her, stunned. Nora had always hated her, and now she was accepting this? "And after that?" "If you don't want the child, give him to us," Nora said evenly. "I've thought it through. The Strouds need an heir." She glanced at Quinton. "The situation might be awkward, but we'll say he's our grandson. No one will know." Quinton nodded quickly. "Right, a grandson. Same thing." Mandy thought it over, her mood lifting again. As long as the child wouldn't tie her down later, she could still get paid.