Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Is Arcturus Heir

she declared, walking out of the room with loud thumps. The room quickly turned silent but chaotic with unspoken words. Andrew shivered in my arms and I couldn't bring myself to make him calm. I was confused and filled with regrets. “What are you going to do, Alpha?” Marcus stepped forward behind me. “You wanted an heir… it seems like you have one,” “The only heir I want is with Anna, my mate,” I fumed. “I understand,” Marcus nodded. “But looks like someone came first. You can't possibly reject your child,” he assumed.

“You think surviving a mirror trick makes you strong?” “No,” she said. “But surviving *you* will.” A hush fell. Then the veiled one spoke again. “Let it be known. Lord Caleris D’Argent conspired with the old gods to bind the heir’s bloodline. He broke his oath and sealed his own sister’s fate.” Gasps rose from the watching court. Her uncle bared his teeth. “She would have destroyed us all! I kept the line safe. I—” “You sealed the door and called it mercy,” Seraphine said coldly. “You watched her burn.”

Hercules asked. Dean and I shot him a glare. Finally I spoke. “If they found out that Arya doesn’t want to be my Luna, they will force me to take just anyone” what my aunt doesn’t know is that, Arya had to love for the curse to be void. It has to be her. No matter what. “Hey I have a plan” Hercules said.

] “That’s not easy, father! The Walters are not a bunch of fools. I can’t just make a move without a plan—” [Silence! You’ve been planning for too long and it’s sickening!] I clenched my jaws in anger. “Just stop ruining my plans! I will take Tyler Walter and his family down. Don’t rush me!” [You know I can disown you anytime once you fail, Harry. I have another heir who’s more capable and obedient. I won’t give a damn if you’re my son. I can sacrifice you for a big gain.]

Several nearby wolves suddenly became fascinated by their breakfasts. Even Luna looked nervous. Honestly, I couldn't blame them. Raven had inherited every bit of stubbornness our family possessed. Unfortunately, she had also inherited enough magical power to back it up. "Raven," Luna said gently, attempting to smooth things over. "We're all concerned about Rowan." "Funny way of showing it." Raven walked over to me and crouched beside my wheelchair. Immediately, she grabbed my wrist. My stomach dropped. Oh no. No no no.

"Stop. Every 'what if' in your head is a ghost Arthur put there. In this room, the only reality is that she is breathing clean air, and you are sitting in the heart of my empire. I have spent a lifetime building walls to keep the world out, but I would tear them all down brick by brick if it meant you could sleep without a nightmare." He reached out, his thumb tracing the slight bruise on my wrist a fading memory of my father’s last desperate grab and he kissed the mark with a lingering, reverent softness that felt more erotic than any frantic touch. It was a silent vow of vengeance. "Arthur thinks the Heirloom is his salvation," Xavier continued, his eyes darkening until they were almost ob

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

But then again, he didn't have expert knowledge on the recent happenings, so he was forced to agree. “They’re calling it Luna’s Wrath,” he continued. “They’re wrong.” A chill slid down my spine. “Then what is it?” Rael stepped closer, voice dropping. “Inheritance.” The word struck harder than any accusation. I laughed once. It was sharp, brittle. “I don’t come from anyone important” He keeps forgetting I'm an orphan. “You don’t know where you come from,” he corrected. The room trembled. Not physically, but inside me. The light flared in response, climbing my arms in thin silver veins.

On one wall, Victor Drayke’s image flickered alive in holographic correspondence. “Your progress?” he asked. “Almost complete,” Charlotte replied. “Soon the inheritance clause runs itself, no courtroom required. When it activates, ownership transfers invisibly.” Drayke’s tone carried both pride and venom. “You’re sure Evelyn Hartman’s signature won’t collapse the set?” “I built it from her genome hash,” she said evenly. “I didn’t steal her name…I mathematically proved it.” “Brilliant,” he whispered. “And once the network believes she agreed to it…”

. "Nice try, but it's safe enough for me. It's better than staying in the same environment with your crazy wife," I say airily, very aware of the jab I’ve just made. I’m not joking when I say the only way I’m going back to the park is if I’m dead. That place is a constant reminder of my heartbreaks and betrayal. No way am I stepping foot there. And it's not just about the park. I know I’d have to take Harry with me—that's my main reason. I’m not prepared to tell my son or his father that they exist to each other. Being an Alpha, I know Adrian, once he knows about Harry, would want him to live with him, to train him to take over the pack... "He needs a father figure in his life," Aria’s voice