Heir Apparent Book Novels & Stories

He holds my gaze and challenges every reason my brain comes up with that he’s here with me tonight for any reason other than he wants to be with me. “So, you’re not a choice of successor. You’re an heir,” he says slowly, as if trying to comprehend what I’m saying. “I’m not just AN heir, Benedict. I’m THE heir,” I say quietly. “What do you mean?” “When my grandfather met my grandmother, his fated mate, he didn’t accept her. He didn't realize that she had Alpha blood. You know how second sons become Betas and second sons of Betas become Gammas, etc?” I ask.

"I've seen that boy." My heart began to pound. "Where?" Adrian swallowed. "In the records of one of my companies." Kael stepped forward. "What records?" Adrian looked at him. "The boy wasn't listed as a person." He glanced down at the photograph again. "He was listed as an asset." The chamber fell silent. Then Adrian looked directly at me. "Serena…" His voice broke. "I think the first heir is my father." My entire body went cold. Kael stared at him. Nadia stopped breathing. And somewhere beneath the Blackwood territory, something enormous struck the earth. Once. Twice. Then the entire council chamber began to shake.

Isabella stood by the pool, watching him go, her heart aching. The will reading was held in the library. Isabella sat beside Sebastian, Lucas, and Lily in her lap, her mind still reeling from her conversation with Damien. The lawyer read from a document, his voice droning, the words blurring together. Sebastian inherited the estate. Damien inherited the company. Isabella inherited a trust fund she hadn't expected. "Grandfather wanted to take care of you," Sebastian said, as they walked back to the car. "He didn't even know me."

ZANA’S POV I sat with that for a moment. Then I closed the book and handed it back to Rhea. I reached down, pulled my sock back up, put my boot on, and laced it. I did all of this slowly and without looking up, because I needed something to do with my hands while I thought of what she just said. Last surviving heir. Last surviving heir?! What was this? A movie? A YA fantasy? "There's an explanation for this," I said. "One that doesn't involve any of that." I nodded at the book. "There's a logical explanation that I just don't have yet."

KARIN An heir. Not a child. Not our baby. An heir meant for the great Alpha Rowan Kincaid. Another symbol of power. Another possession meant to strengthen his name and bloodline. "Does he know?" The words barely made it past my lips. My throat felt tight, like even sound was dangerous.

“It says the queen’s maid gave birth in secret. The child was hidden. The bloodline continued through her. That’s… that’s not just some random history. That’s me.” Zane leaned in. “Your mom was a maid?” I nodded slowly. “I’m just as surprised as you are.” Caius took the book gently from my hands. Skimmed the page. “It matches. The timeline. The symbols here, these are blood-marks for hidden heirs.” I stared at the page like it might change if I blinked. Lysander touched my knee. “Val…” I pulled away. Not because I was mad. Because everything felt too big all of a sudden.

"It means the elders will expect an heir. A child born of a living king and a primal Luna would possess enough spiritual strength to dominate the entire continent." My heart gave a violent, panicked thud against my ribs. I had to force my facial muscles to remain completely frozen, preventing the sheer terror I felt from leaking into my expression or my scent. *An heir. He wanted a child to solidify his empire. If he knew that the life currently growing inside me belonged to Darren Clarke—the pathetic traitor currently locked in his deepest dungeon—he wouldn't see it as an empire. He would see it as a declaration of war against his bloodline.

"Oh, for that matter, you don't need to worry, even though my husband's whereabouts are unknown right now, but he has a legal heir to lead and replace his position in times of urgency like this," Mrs. Sandra said confidently. "Wow, really? You mean a child? I just found out that Madame has a child. When did you conceive? Hahaa..." asked the man named Calvin with a mocking laugh. Meanwhile, Mr. Billy and Benny looked at each other and frowned together, because, as far as they knew, Sandra had never had a child, even though she was adopted. Indra also looked a little upset; she didn't know this at all.

I joked. “Nothing that violent. No, you see, you can be the one to make this right.” I blinked. “Me? How?” “Although your brother, being the eldest, would be the heir, as you said, the last thing he’d want to do is uproot his family’s life to become the Sovereign Prince of Salasia one day. And I most certainly do not want to give this crown to someone who would despise it.” “I’m still not following, sorry.”

"That's enough. The support agreement is already signed. Just carry the child and give birth." Mandy stared at her, stunned. Nora had always hated her, and now she was accepting this? "And after that?" "If you don't want the child, give him to us," Nora said evenly. "I've thought it through. The Strouds need an heir." She glanced at Quinton. "The situation might be awkward, but we'll say he's our grandson. No one will know." Quinton nodded quickly. "Right, a grandson. Same thing." Mandy thought it over, her mood lifting again. As long as the child wouldn't tie her down later, she could still get paid.