An Heir For The Alpha; Winning Her Love Again Mga Nobela at Kwento

Allegra just wanted to be Alpha Queen of North America for however long and grow old with her loyal pack members. Maybe there was something far greater than it. This. She would pick Zayn over and over and over and over again if she were given a choice to rewrite her life and her future. Why? Because she fvcking loved him. THE END

Alpha Riley I wrapped my hands around her neck and felt her throat clenching over my palm. Her small feet wriggle above the ground as her eyelashes moist from the incapacity to breathe the air that she needs to live. My throat felt dry as I saw her in this state. I growl thinking about something and before I knew it; she passed out right into my arms. My chuckles echo around the barn house as I carry her small body inside. As part of the Tri-Alpha, we should have discipline over our actions. A persistence in our discipline and decisions. But clearly, I haven’t thought enough when I accept her pleadings.

“I’m not playing any game. You requested my presence, so I came. You’re a guest in my home. I’m simply welcoming you the way a good wife should. Food. Drink. Hospitality. Isn’t that what childhood sweethearts deserve?” Her face twisted with fury, humiliation, and jealousy all warring for dominance. I leaned in just a fraction, my voice dropping to a whisper only she could hear. “And between us girls… don’t worry. I won’t compete. I’m far too busy carrying the Alpha heir to chase after a man who can’t even fuck his own wife cause he's scared of daddy. You’ve already won that prize. Congratulations.” Vivienne’s breath hitched. I pulled back and smiled wider then turned to the room.

“No. And he never will be.” She studied me quietly, then spoke softly. “You seem certain.” “I am,” I said, voice shaky but firm. “He doesn’t deserve this child.” The moment I left the clinic, the cold Milan air hit my face, and the world seemed to tilt. I leaned against the wall, hand shaking against my stomach. An Alpha’s child. The doctor’s words repeated over and over. My child would take his blood. His power. His memory. But never his love.

She knew him in ways I never had. "Final question," the woman said, her eyes finding mine deliberately. "What is the Alpha's greatest wish for his future?" Cassandra's shrieked in excitement. "A strong Luna by his side and legitimate heirs to carry on his bloodline. He wants a family he can be proud of, also a legacy that will last generations." The implication was clear. Not me. Not my baby. Not the omega who'd been a mistake. The room erupted in applause. "Perfect score!" someone announced. "Cassandra, you're going to be an amazing Luna."

Dad looks so happy than I’ve seen him in years, and from the way he's speaking to them, I can see that he's proud of me. With so many eyes present and watching, I realize that there are so many people here and they are not here just for the food or the music. They are here for the birthday girl who must prove herself tonight by shifting into her wolf for the very first time. If I succeed, I’ll stand as the rightful Alpha heiress. If I fail… No. I shouldn’t think about failing. I know I'm not going to fail because I have Rayla, and I’ve already shifted this morning. Nothing can—

“You knew who she was. You killed her family and then you made me watch her suffer for thirteen years. You put needles in my arm so I wouldn't remember that I loved her.” Rowan stood up slowly. He was still taller than me, still stronger. “I did what was necessary for the pack. A Thorne on the throne would have meant war with the Highborn. I gave us peace. I gave you a crown.” “I don't want it,” I said. I spat on his expensive rug. “I’d rather be a servant with her than an Alpha with you.” Rowan’s jaw tightened. “You’re acting like a child. The bond is broken. She rejected you. It’s over. Go find a high-ranking female and move on.”

“Escort them to the Alpha House.” “No.” My voice slices through the square sharper than I intend. The crowd gasps. “You have no right—” Kaelen steps closer, towering above me. His scent slams into my senses—pine, smoke, steel—and my wolf trembles under the old pull of dominance. “I have every right,” he says, his voice a growl only inches from my face. “You brought my heir into my territory. He will not leave.” I’m shaking, but not from fear. Rage trembles through me so hard I can barely keep my voice steady. “You lost that right the night you rejected me. The night you cut me open and left me to die.”