Born To Rule Novels & Stories

You need to do something to protect your mate and child. I felt my jaw tighten because Elara was right. A royal heir was not allowed to be born out of wedlock. My great-grandfather established that rule years ago for the most ridiculous reason. “Must keep chastity until we find our mate.” I don’t know why he came up with such rules, but for as long as I could remember, it had been like that. And those who couldn’t control their horniness made sure to use protection to avoid having a child out of wedlock.

They looked gravely offended and I wonder how I had never managed to speak to them like this despite how many times they had gotten me angry. I remained quiet to give them time to understand what I had just said.. “I’ll explain. You're hypocritical because this boy is an illegitimate child. He was born when the King wasn't even the Crown Prince yet. My son, who happens to be the biological son to the former Beta, is of Royal blood. And as soon as the King adopted him, he became the First son of the King. No opposition. You were all against him taking the throne but you want an illegitimate boy to come in and sit on the throne?”

Veyra POV I was born to rule. In the werewolf kingdom, the first child is always a male, destined to become the future alpha. Only, my family got a girl first. I’ve spent my entire life fighting against tradition, clawing and proving I could lead. Everyone doubted me; whispers followed me wherever I went, saying I would fail. Tonight, I’ve proved them wrong. Tonight, I’m finally given the title I’ve earned. Tonight, I become Alpha.

A weird sense of familiarity tingled in my fingertips as I traced the patterns. Varra declared, "This is the Forsaken Queen's prophecy." "A queen born in exile, destined to stand alone despite being marked by the blood of rulers." My chest constricted. "You believe that to be me?" She gave a small smile. "I'm positive it's you." I gave a headshake. "That isn't possible. I wasn't born to be in charge. I was turned away, disregarded—” "Exactly," she cut in. "Rhea, you were never intended to rule by inheritance. You were destined to govern voluntarily.”

Now, his voice meant nothing to me. He was wrong. Just like they all were. I wasn’t meant to marry some nobody and fade into the background. I wasn’t made to be quiet or kind or forgettable. I wasn’t born to serve. I was born to rule. I was born to be Luna. I turned off the water and let the silence wash over me like armour. Strong. Cold. Unshakable. I grabbed a towel and dried myself slowly, deliberately. I didn’t need to look in the mirror to know what I saw.

Uncle Kato is not very young either and he has no heir as well, I know we live long but compared to the southerners we don’t even live at all, if lumi had a child he would be ruler of the south so Lumi was out of the question, who knows we might decide to do it like the old ways and wait for the goddess to pick the next king, if only I were allowed to mate. I have never challenged this whole rule put on me because I was born into it, I was conformed and groomed to be what I am, but I never really did argue, what if i decided it wasn’t what I wanted anymore, what if I wanted more out of life, how will the kingdom no, how would my father see it?.

Marzouq's POV I was born with everything. I inherited everything, not just the title but the lands, the business and the authority. Some Middle Eastern Alphas said I was ruthless and savage because I kill anyone without asking questions. That was our rule, I just simply followed. Life was too boring for me and too predictable. The money must stay in the bloodline and should marry and mate someone from my line. The elders pushed princess Aethir to me. She was beautiful, cunning and a strategist but she never excited me even when I first met her.

[Adam’s POV] I was born with a platinum spoon in my mouth, but it tasted like ash. From birth my trajectory was plotted by men in suits who cared more about stock margins than humanity. I was the sole heir to the Ballard dynasty. The crown prince. The golden calf. And like any prized animal, I was expected to do two things: inherit and reproduce.

Rafe nodded once with the specific economy of someone granting something they'd been considering for a while. I didn't ask what it was. Juno handed me a tablet. "Transitional governance framework. First draft. I built it from Soren's consultation and your conditions from the Elder session." She paused. "It needs your review before anything goes to the pack representatives." I took it. Forty pages of the beginning of something. I started reading. At the bottom of the first page, in the founding principles section Juno had drafted, one line read: *Governance derives from accountability, not bloodline. Authority is earned through service, not inherited through dominance.*

I reminded them. It might have sounded arrogant to an outsider but it was true. Being the King wasn't just a matter of appointment but bloodlines. And I, Damien Evergreen, had been born to be King. Any other outcome was unacceptable. We all knew Barron couldn't rule. Not only did he carry a traitor's blood in his veins but he also knew next to nothing of our people and their needs. He was too busy mingling with humans and sating his desires that he had forgotten his roots.