An Heir For The Alpha; Winning Her Love Again Novels & Stories

His hair was white, and his goatee reached all the way to his chest. Our alpha king, Jacob Fenralson was not present. He was now very old, and had been bedridden for months, which was the more reason why this had to happen. “Blood,” he called out. “We gather here where the ridge meets the sky, to witness Alpha Kieran choose a mate for himself. As we all know, Alpha Kieran was brutally wounded in battle and can no longer recognize his true mate. The bond is silent in him.” There was a murmur across the crowd. But Elder Varnor raised a hand and continued.

Still had an empty space where my son should be. “She took him north,” I said. My voice didn’t shake. The mate bond wouldn’t let it. Kieran’s rage was a steel rod in my spine. “To the Northern Claws. She said ‘he’s mine now.’ She’s not hiding him. She’s _trading_ him.” Kieran went still. The kind of still that meant someone was about to die. “Alliance,” he said. The word was filthy in his mouth. “My mother is giving my Alpha heir to our enemies to secure her own power.”

Wait, what? Before I knew anything, I was in my wedding dress, and standing in front of me was the alpha of Silver river pack, Alpha Curtis, and right now he was looking at me with hate and disgust. Hey! Don’t look at me like that! It’s not like I wanted to do this. I rolled my eyes and apparently he saw that because right now the look on his face was added a bit of anger and shock. Yeah didn’t see that coming did you? A smirk crept up my face until my eyes met with my father’s.

“We all know the Alpha is heirless. He’s tried with so many women, but nothing. Recently, he invited a witch. She prepared a spell for him, a potion. The woman who drinks it and sleeps with him will get pregnant. It’s a one-time use only.” My mind raced as I processed his words. “What woman?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “The Alpha’s sister is supposed to prepare a virgin for him. The potion is the key. It’s how the Alpha will recognize her.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The man who had destroyed my pack, murdered my parents, and sold me into slavery was going to get a chance at an heir. I had to stop it. I wouldn’t let it happen. I took action immediately. Stealing th

She reached up and placed one hand flat against his chest, over his heart, her fingers small against the expanse of him. She looked up at him with an expression that was calibrated to precision … sympathetic without being pitying, certain without being dismissive. “My love,” she said softly. “You are the Alpha King of Ash Creek.” Her hand pressed slightly firmer. “ The strongest Alpha in three territories. The most feared wolf in this city.” A pause, perfectly timed. “One runaway breeder does not change that. She cannot change that.” His jaw remained tight. “We can make another heir,” she continued, her voice dropping lower. “You and I together. Children of real standing … born of a true bon

Instead, she smirked. “When the Alpha spoke to me, he gave me a hidden message. It was like a coded one. You know what he meant?” She asked as she looked at me with a smirk on her face. I shook my head in refusal and she brought her lips close to my face. “He meant that you should make the entire mansion spotless. Which means cleaning the already cleaned placed in the mansion.” She enumerated before tapping on my shoulders and walking away. “Do a good job Kristen. The Alpha might just reward you if you do it.” She added as her voice could barely be heard the farther she moved from me. I looked at the mansion and my eyes twitched as I begin to picture myself cleaning the place.

"Except... there was a prophecy. A whisper, carried on the wind of that dark night. 'The silver sprout will bloom again, hidden within the strongest roots. When the true Alpha calls, the lost heart will awaken.'" A jolt went through me. The strongest roots. My family, My bloodline. Olivia. And when the true Alpha calls, the lost heart will awaken. My Alpha command. Her momentary resistance. Her sudden vibrant health and heightened senses. It was all falling into place with a terrifying, devastating clarity. "Who helped them?" I demanded, my voice low, my wolf restless beneath my skin. "Who allowed an heir to survive, and be hidden?"

“No, it’s nothing that bad but…in high school, I had a girlfriend. Her name was Valentina Carina. She’s their younger sister. Also, if my calculations are correct, she’s the last, remaining member of the Alpha’s.” I frowned. “But that would make her a female Alpha.” “Yes,” he said, “when we were teenagers…Valentina was a bloodthirsty girl. She wanted to be the Alpha. She was constantly challenging her brothers and losing. She thought that if she could be Alpha, she could change it so that she was my mate.” “Could she have?” I asked.

She could not help it nor could she deny the fact that she was deeply in love with him despite trying to hide it. Her father had begun to teach her a lot of things since she was going to be the next Alpha. In celebration, he had thrown a party that was to last for three days since he finally had his hair back. Although he tried to hide it, he had always been worried about who would succeed him and reign after him as she was his only child hence his only heir. Just like preparation was going on in the Bright Moon Park, so was the preparation for the attack going on in Hazel’s park. Seconds rolled into minutes and minutes into hours and hours into days.