From Outcast To Overlord: The Unyielding Heir Novels & Stories

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.

Even the legitimate heir was afraid to enter without permission. The man in seclusion in the ancestral hall was his uncle and a pillar of the Zadra family. That man was an unflinching executioner, a childhood dream, a man with blood-stained hands, synonymous with death! Kratos Zadra was at the pinnacle of Martial Overlords and the most powerful man in the northern aristocratic families!

Robert had given Zane exactly seven days to fix the numbers Asher had ruined and justify his place as CEO. A challenge, sure. But one Zane would enjoy annihilating. Now that he was at the cocktail party, he couldn't help but note that the Tower Lounge was a whirl of society parasites and wealthy family members, and Zane registered them without emotion. There was Uncle Henry—the firstborn son of Robert West, once groomed for succession, now relegated to glorified flowerpot because Robert didn’t believe an Omega could lead. Then Aunt Helena, looking bitter beside her towering Alpha husband and their surrogate-spawn children, all of whom Robert refused to consider as true heirs. She was a femal

The fog rolled in from the ocean, thick and gray, swallowing the world beyond the iron fence. A figure emerged from the mist. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and blue eyes. He was handsome in the way that mountains were handsome, imposing, breathtaking, and a little bit terrifying. "Isabella." He approached slowly, his hands raised. "Thank you for coming." "Who are you?" "My name is Thomas Thorn." He paused. "I'm your uncle." Isabella's blood ran cold. "Alexander's son?" "His only son." Thomas's voice was soft. "The one he tried to erase."

Women who could win wars. I was born without a wolf. With no strength, gift or power. If war broke out right now, I’d be the first to die. And yet... I dared to hope Alpha Kieran would choose me? Was I mental? A man with oiled skin and muscles that rippled as he moved stepped to the cusp of the ridge and clanked the cymbals in his hands. The sharp sound sliced through the air, and the crowd went eerily silent. Then one of the elders stepped forward. Elder Varnor. He was the oldest in the pack. His hair was white, and his goatee reached all the way to his chest.

She could feel how hard he was already, his massive erection pressing into her stomach. The twins fought, shadows flaring, but the enforcers were ready with spelled restraints. Aria’s heart tore as she watched them dragged away screaming for her. “You bastard,” she whispered, voice shaking with fury and unwanted desire. “If you hurt them,” “They’re my heirs,” Kael growled against her ear. “No one will touch them. But you… you’re coming with me.”

This is my family and I couldn’t have asked for anything more. I promise to always love, to always cherish, and to always protect them with my whole entire life. --- Hello, hello, I hope you enjoyed this mini bonus chapter! This is to coincide with the announcement of the sequel! Book 2 of Banished With His Heir (Running With His Heir) is now up on my profile. Add it to your libraries to be notified on updates. ♡ Thank you again for everyone who has read and loved this book. I am deeply touched by all your kind comments and support. The White Howlers and Blazing Wolves hope to see you on the next one that will be filled with crazy surprises so hop onto book 2 if you haven’t yet xo

The long binders stayed untouched on the other side of the desk, quietly and patiently waiting for the big boss to pick them up. Long, tense minutes of total silence left me clenching my teeth together. Keeping my breathing steady while forcing my restless leg to stay still required effort and patience. If only I could, by now I'd be storming out of this building without a single word. Fuck this. I had no plans to be an errand boy for my father for another year, much less be some psychotic Italian heir's bitch, just so I could prove to the entire Falco clan that I wasn't as useless as they all thought.

she said. "Yup," I replied. "She's an heiress. And it turned out that she looks exactly like me." "Omigosh, really?" she exclaimed with wide eyes. "Yeah…" I said. "One thing led to another, and now I have to be Isabella Domitia while she runs off to happily ever after with her boyfriend." 'Actually, I doubt it's going to be happily ever after,' I thought, thinking of how untrustworthy Elijah was. "But that's where it gets crazy," I added.

"When did I ever say I'd pay your debts? You were the one who got greedy, chasing a quick buck. Why should I take the fall for your screw-up?" "You didn't say it? You were the one giving me your word, patting yourself on the chest. You were the one playing the good guy to win me over. And now you're backing out?" "Playing the good guy? You were just trying to get close to me because you thought I was the real heir. The second you found out I wasn't, you ran faster than anyone. Who are you to talk down to me? I don't have money—figure it out yourself."