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No reply came. But in his chest, the bond pulsed again. Stronger. And in that silence, he knew. She remembered something. Whether it was pain… or him… he didn’t know. But soon, he would. And then the real chaos would begin. Because Darian Draven wasn’t just a mate seeking love. He was a king seeking what was stolen. And he would not stop until every shadow was burned and every truth laid bare—until she stood beside him, whole, free, and his.

This was a prison. “You think this is some kind of fairytale?” I said, my tone icy, cutting through the air like a blade. “You think a baby is going to fix everything? It’s not. You’re delusional if you think I’ll just fall in line.” I grabbed the bottle off the table, holding it up in front of her. “Take them,” I ordered again, my voice harsh. “If you don’t, this will get worse. I’m not playing nice anymore.”

The moment he tore my clothes and forcefully entered me, he knew, I knew, that the last strings of love that tied me to him snapped into two. “Do you think she’s dead” A voice seeped into my distorted ears. A foot jabbed my stomach twice, “I think not. She’s just… sated” laughter laced his tone at the last word, followed by the ones of his cohorts. “You did well” Another spoke, this time, papery and shaky, somewhat old. The alpha’s mother- a vile woman. “you think she is with child now?” odetta asked. “give it time. Right now, the seed inside her is weaving a baby in her . It won’t be long before she is confirmed with a child. and an heir to the throne.” She chuckled.

Hello everyone! I hope you're all doing well. I'm excited to announce that book two of, 'Revenge of the Heir' is on its way! Arthur's story is far from over, and things are about to get even more intense. I'll start uploading soon. Hope you guys are as excited as I am!

I looked at our family, broken, rebuilt, forged in blood and obsession, and smiled. The hidden heir had become the mother of legends. The Reaper had found his equal. And together, with our children, we would face whatever came next. The underworld would never be the same.

Because of what the connection whispered next. The Lost Heir has returned. The words echoed through every part of me. Lost Heir. Not Eighth Heir. Lost. Which meant... The Well Keeper had told me the Seven Heirs were one family. If there was a Lost Heir... Then someone hadn't been added to history. Someone had been erased from it. The hooded figure slowly lifted one hand. The sky above the throne darkened. The fracture across the heavens widened. And a voice, calm enough to chill the soul, carried across impossible distances.

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

"My wife? That old woman? She's worn out and hard to look at. I've had enough of her. She can't control me. Just wait. I'll throw her out sooner or later!" Quinton's legs gave out. He almost collapsed on the spot. "Th-that's not me!" he tried to argue, but no one believed him. Nora's lips trembled. She pointed at him, but no words came out. Mandy put her phone away and rested a hand on her stomach, satisfied. "You all heard it. Didn't the Strouds want an heir? Well, here it is. You should be thanking me." The words hit Nora hard. Her face turned pale, and she lunged at Mandy, but her foot slipped. A dull thud echoed through the room as the back of her head hit the floor.

To the line we began when I first looked down and thought, “Perhaps, if I put some of Myself in fur, the world will hurt less.” Luna’s throat tightened. “I am not the first,” she said. *No,* the Goddess agreed. *Others have carried pieces. Seris. Ashar. The wolf you are descended from who refused to light the pyre too soon. They all bore shards. You… carry a fuller pattern. You are both Me and not. That is what an Heir must be.* Luna let her hand fall from the Stone. “This is not a ceremony,” she said. “Not with elders and crowns and incense.”

“No priestly confinement. No isolation. No rituals conducted without my consent.” “And hers,” Lyra added quietly. The council erupted. “This is madness—” “You cannot shelter her from destiny—” “The mate bonds are breaking—” “That’s enough,” I growled, letting my wolf bleed into my voice. The walls seemed to lean inward under the pressure. “If the realm is fracturing, it’s because you keep trying to force ancient systems to obey your fear.” The words tasted like treason. Cian’s eyes darkened. “If she is the Heir, Alpha… then the realm may not survive her defiance.”