Enemies Of The Heir Beware Ao3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dad opens his mouth. "No." I cut him off immediately. "I'm finding her." "I don't care if it takes days." "I don't care if it takes months." "I'm finding her." "I'll need help." "Our friends know Rowan almost as well as I do." "If I've overlooked something..." "They won't." Dad's eyes harden. "Then I'll Alpha Order every one of them to keep silent." I stare at him. "You are not ordering my friends." "They'll obey."

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

“There are hybrids everywhere. No one knows what to do with them. Then there’s the injured, the dead. There are too many alphas, and no one wants to give any ground. Some are calling for the complete extermination of the enemy.” “Who is the enemy now, High Elder?” Seren’s voice was soft as she leaned against her mate. Anyone who didn’t know her would think she sounded meek, but I recognized the trap in her words. Duncan’s eyes met mine, and I could see he was thinking the same thing. Cassian stiffened. “The Hybrids, of course. There are still hundreds of them.” A breeze brushed over my shoulder as King Dorian appeared. He stepped up behind my parents, giving Dad’s shoulder a squeeze before s

And could she refuse without revealing that she knew what he was – which was almost guaranteed to be a death sentence as the supernatural world guarded its existence carefully… Which brought her back to the Triquetra, she sighed. Heath had protected her, she admitted to herself. If Abigail had thought that Aislen had known about werewolves, about the pack… That entire conversation had been the Triquetra convincing Abigail not to kill Aislen in the face of their failure to… She groaned and covered her face with her hands. The Triquetra wanted to claim her as their mate. “F-k,” she flopped back onto the bed. She had a vampire wanting to take her as a blood slave and a trio of werewolves wantin

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“There is no reason for us to be afraid.” “Plus,” Aislen smiled widely. “Werewolves aren’t the apex predators in this setting. You’re escorting two hybrids, and there’s a dragon circling overhead. Someone should be worried about what will become of them, but it’s not us.” “We are allies,” Heath repeated firmly. “So, no one should be worried.” “Just saying,” Aislen said under her breath with a smug smirk and a slight shrug.

His eyes gleaming like molten lava as he stands impossibly close, hands brushing my waist, voice rasping something sinful in my ear while I’m wearing this exact set of lingerie. My mind short-circuits so violently I actually slap my own cheek. “What the hell is wrong with me?” I hiss at my reflection. Valrik is a vampire lord, makes up one-third of the Triad and is my supposed mate. Not forgetting an arrogant bastard who looks at me like he wants to devour me and throw me off a cliff. I’m not supposed to think about him in lingerie. I’m supposed to hate him, despise him, and wish him a long, painful paper-cut-filled eternity.

“She had been assembling her own army of vampires ever since, intending to destroy the monsters. She could not see that she was creating very real monsters to fight against monsters that might never come to be - not all of her prophesies come to pass, and this was one of them. “Those werewolves grew old, and died,” he reached out and touched Heath’s cheek. “And their descendants are present in this room with me. She would not leave this area, stubbornly insisting that she needed to be here for when the werewolves became the monsters, and so I stayed and started Zeus Forest Works.” “She’s at the safe house,” Aislen realized. “It was her that I saw in the trees, and she put whoever was in the

All three elders speak in unison: “The Heir to the Veil.” A chill races through Sarai’s spine. “Is… is that bad?” she whispers. Aunt Dee kneels in front of her, taking her hands gently. “It is dangerous,” she corrects. “Powerful. World-changing. Everyone wants your child for a different reason.” She lifts a finger, and the air above them swirls into images — flickering like smoke. ⸻ THE UNDERWORLD A shadowed throne appears first.