Novel & Cerita Brutal Heir

“A sexist law that only changed when Alpha Alec’s mate bore twin daughters?” “If Katrina’s wolf had awakened when she came of age, the law would have been abolished immediately since Katrina was born first. However, as her wolf did not awaken, the title went to my son and Alexander, the beta heir title.” Alec defended. “Not that you have a leg to stand on; you are the seventh or eighth child. Alfred had five healthy and capable daughters he could have named his heir. He'd have left your pack with no heir if you and your brothers hadn’t been born. And no heir brings the danger of rogues and other packs looking to take over.” Alec narrowed his eyes in the mirror, yellow starting to seep in as

I swent outside and feel the cool breeze, the fresh air that that can calm my emotions, and bring my thoughts together, then I went to the gardens to fetch some fruits, as I was already starving, I know my dad was in the room watching TV, while my mum was knitting, that's her work and she enjoys it ,when I plugged an a ripe apple, I wanted to go inside the house to start some house chores, I'll also wash this apple so I can munch the appetizing flavor, then I hear a voice in the background like it was talking to someone, I sneak my way closer then I heard the voice clearer, it said "Let's go inside I heard,he was keeping two thousand dollars, for his son, so his son can have a good education

Kael drew in a quiet inhale as the surface of the water stilled again. This time, Voran’s face appeared, flanked by another elder Rin knew only in passing: Mara’s Nightfang counterpart, hair braided tight, eyes like polished stone. “Heir,” Voran said, nodding to Kael. His gaze swept to Rin as well, taking in the bruises, the set of her mouth. “Heir.” “Elder,” Kael said. “We’ve contained a significant cult cell near the pits. Report follows.” He kept it strict at first, Nightfang‑formal: locations, numbers, symbols. The manifesto they’d seized, outlining the “peaceborn heir” as central to the new doctrine. The way heir blood was framed as “corrective.”

The evening had settled into the quiet Vargr preferred. He sat in the chair by the window with a glass of wine he hadn't touched, one hand resting on the arm, his eyes on the mountain line where the last of the light was leaving. The compound was running. The program was running. The working held as it would continue to hold until the heir arrived and completed what had taken 153 years to build. The heir. He was certain of it — a son, born of the original line, the last piece of what that night in the ash had set in motion. He had been patient. He could be patient a little longer.

Letting me stand on my own without the safety net I never knew I had. Because of course he had been protecting me. Protecting his daughter's husband. Making sure Maya's marriage had a chance of surviving even while I actively destroyed it. Maya could have destroyed me. Could have taken everything. Instead, she just walked away. Asked for nothing except her freedom. She really did love me once. And I killed that love through three years of systematic neglect. My phone buzzed with an email. An invitation to the Lawson Corporation charity gala. Six months from now. Formal announcement of the heir apparent.

Chris said, puffing a gust of smoke from his nostrils. "I know that. But do you really need the daughter?” “Of course I do. She’s their precious heir. Through her, I can ruin them.” “She does not have anything to do with what the Dickson family did to you.” “I don’t care. She’s their blood and I’m going to destroy her along with her bloody family. I’m getting my revenge one way or the other,” Chris said scowling. “But…” “Why are you having sympathy for her? A Dickson? After all the Dickson family has done?”

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.

I knew exactly what it meant for a pack to have no heir. An Alpha without a blood heir would be watched by rival packs, questioned by elders, and quietly looked down on by every family waiting for weakness to show. Because of that, no matter how cruel Catherine was, I never truly fought back. I did not tell Damian the worst of what she said, and I did not expose the truth in the fertility report either. I only kept asking him the same thing. If we could not have a pup of our own, then let us adopt one.

Her retching fills the air as I stand there, almost frozen by the scene in front of my eyes. I sigh heavily, shaking my head. The craziest thing is that Stepan Orlov will get away with it. He's the heir of the Bratva in Oklahoma. He has every right to exercise his powers where the fuck he wants, and as the staff who are teaching him how to be the most brutal leader possible, how could we possibly punish him for being exactly that?