Brutal Heir Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Because she won, the gods themselves bowed to her. They granted her line their favor. Her blood became their covenant.” My pulse roared in my ears. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” he replied, voice hardening, “that Scarlett carries that same blood. She is the last heir of the Alpha who sealed the Undead.” Cassius went rigid beside me, his expression twisted in a mix of awe and horror. “That’s impossible.”

My voice betrayed me before I could stop it. Reynolds slowly turned, his eyes locking on me for a fraction of a second. “Hmm, it seems someone has been paying attention to history ,” he said. Then he straightened, his tone cold but approving. “Applaud her, everyone. Perhaps a higher post might be warranted for her commitment.” I forced a smile, my hands tightening against the desk edge. He faced the crew again. “So, where was I? Ah, yes. The heir to the Black Heart is Ethan Cross. He didn’t just take over his father’s empire… he surpassed it. He brought in the biker group, Addiction—Steel and Sin.

Well, your father bastard-" "Can you shut up or speak clearly?! It's the bloody night, Stephen!" "Your half-brother is a monster!" "Who, Ethan!" Brushing the sleep from his eyes, Tyler stared at the ceiling for a long moment before replying, "No way." "Yeah, no shit Sherlock! Your brother just made Joe, the bartender, piss himself. Man, I am telling you, he is part of the mafia." Tyler's grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white. The weight of Stephen's words hung heavy in the air. A cold sweat broke out across Tyler's forehead as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his mind racing with a thousand questions.

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

Ivanov asks with a frown. “Ivanov!ty ne budesh' oskorblyat' moyu zhenu.” You wont insult my wife. I say angrily. “Izvinite , brat , eto ne povtorilos' by snova.” Sorry brother, it wouldn't happen again. Ivanov says solemnly. “You can get a mistress to carry your heir. This has nothing to do with Giana.” Ivanov continues. I breathe in heavily. On a normal day I would have said fuck the factions and their leaders but this was not another day. As a pakhan, it is compulsory to produce an heir that would eventually take over from me.

“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

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?