Novel & Cerita Enemies Of The Heir Beware Ao3

"Not yet, Princess. But I intend to." The grand doors to the banquet hall swung open before us, revealing the glittering assembly of two royal courts. All eyes turned to us, Prince Thorne Silvercliff, the Alpha heir of the most powerful werewolf kingdom, and me, Princess Arianthe Moonvale, the wolfless disgrace, walking in together as if we belonged at each other's side. And somewhere deep inside me, in the secret place where I'd long ago buried all hope, something wild and ancient stirred, stretched, and began to wake.

Only Council families know it exists. Inside, my contact is waiting. Jonah, an old vampire rebel, loyal to my mother. His presence is a risk, but one I’m willing to take. He nods when he sees Aurora, then gestures deeper into the shadows. "I’ve prepared a room. She won’t be found." I hesitate. One last look at her sleeping face. Then I turn back to Jonah. "It’s time to catch a predator." Meanwhile… ARIEL’S POV: My heels click across the marble floor of the library wing. There’s a special kind of thrill in watching chaos unfold without lifting a finger.

"Keep your sex magic bullshit to yourself, demon!" The incubus just chuckled darkly, the sound sliding down my spine like velvet and sin. He didn’t even speak, just watched me. His eyes glowed. Blue and dangerous. Too pretty to be legal. I flipped him off with shaking fingers. He winked. “Motherfucker,” I hissed and grabbed Lila’s arm, storming out of the garden like my panties weren’t trying to commit treason. “Gods,” I panted as we reached the front hall. “What the fuck was that?!”

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.

* Day 714 The king hasn’t stopped on pestering me. They keep on pushing me to marry Genevieve. I don’t like her one bit. She is the epitome of evil. She loves to pick on the maids and would torture Argus. I hope the king will see how evil she is. I hated being a crown prince.

He didn't know what the old Lord wanted to use the girl for, but he could only guess that the old man needed a virgin or something for one of his numerous sacrifices. It wasn't unheard of for the Silver Falcon to dabble in dark magic or even more. He had a massive following of deranged fanatics who were always making pilgrimage to his temple every year. Even more with the plague. "Yes! Yes! I would. Bring her to me." He said and Rhaegal signalled to one of his men. As they inched closer he gave them specific instructions and they scurried off towards the tent that held all their loot. "Do tell, is there a specific reason why you want her? I mean... Your instructions were so strange."

the dark-haired one looked at him with an animal and threatening gleam, "Fenrir is making you pay for all the sins you've committed in a thousand lives with this marriage." Karel laughed happily, releasing bursts of a coffee aroma even if he himself didn't notice it, excited to see his brother so stressed over an omega. "The devil came out of hell to greet mortals. He has black hair, smells delicious, and is your future husband," He patted his back casually, "Congratulations, heir prince; may the moon bless your union with a long and happy married life." Erwin ran his hand over his face and growled lowly. Right now, giving up his title as "Heir prince" doesn't sound so bad.

Heads turned toward Elara, then back to Ariana. “My son?” someone whispered. Robert stepped forward, fury flashing. “You mean to replace—” “Replace?” Ariana’s laugh was velvet and venom. “I simply recognize strength where it lives. An heir should be…stable.” Her eyes focused on Elara’s scorched fingertips. “Not… combustible.” Derek chuckled under his breath. “Ice meets fire. Delicious.” Elara’s heart thundered. The goddess stirred, molten and eager. Heat crawled up her arms, begging to ignite.

His eyes wide with terror. “No!” My younger voice cracks as I trash against the restraints. “Don't touch him!” My uncle doesn't even look at me “An alpha cannot have a heart, it is a weakness.” He says calmly. Elias adjusts the controls on the machine. “Male Omegas bonds are genetic anomalies.” Auriel’s voice booms. “They destabilize Alpha blooodlines.” My heart slams violently against my ribs. “You can't do this!” I roar, Fenir’s anger coming out of me.