Heir/Heirness Novels & Stories

“A sexist law that only changed when Alpha Alec’s mate bore twin daughters?” “If Katrina’s wolf had awakened when she came of age, the law would have been abolished immediately since Katrina was born first. However, as her wolf did not awaken, the title went to my son and Alexander, the beta heir title.” Alec defended. “Not that you have a leg to stand on; you are the seventh or eighth child. Alfred had five healthy and capable daughters he could have named his heir. He'd have left your pack with no heir if you and your brothers hadn’t been born. And no heir brings the danger of rogues and other packs looking to take over.” Alec narrowed his eyes in the mirror, yellow starting to seep in as

“But why are they searching for me… I did nothing to them.” Ophelia paused, then said quietly, “You are the heir. You’re the Alpha of Nightshade.” The word hit harder than anything else. Is he an heir? He felt it… something curled in his chest. Something unfamiliar. His fingers twitched as he shook his head slightly.

"Were you not the one begging me to not kill the child already inside of you? Unless of course, you've changed your mind." "No, I—" Her eyes search mine. "Isn't that kind of...aren't I supposed to be having your heir?" "Genetics are rather subjective. Don't you agree?" She blinks at me. "What?" Well, I didn't exactly plan on having this conversation now. I'd hoped we could stave it off for at least another month or so. Gabriela is apparently determined to keep me on my toes. "Heirs are subjective. What makes an 'heir?' If the pack accepts the next in line, what does it matter whose DNA has contributed to it?"

he said to Lyra, “then there is a third option.” Everyone looked at him. Lyra narrowed her eyes. “There is no third heir.” Kairos’s gaze did not waver. “No.” He looked at me. Then at Kael. “Not heir.” He turned back to Lyra. “Anchor.” Confusion rippled through the clearing. “What are you talking about?” I asked. Kairos’s voice dropped. “If two heirs cannot Ascend in opposition without fracturing the land…” He stepped closer to the boundary line. “Then one must step outside the bloodline.”

Next slide. Unified Heir Training Program “At age fourteen…” I continued, “…all heirs will spend their summers at the Asher estate.” Murmurs again. “They will learn the business.” “Understand operations.” “Build relationships across branches.” I paused. “No heir will grow up isolated.” That line hit. Hard. “No heir will grow up unaware.” Another. “And no heir will grow up unprepared.” Silence. Because they understood. What I was really saying. No more weak heirs.

“You don’t have to chase power when it walks its pregnant little feet back to your door.” My stomach clenched. Pregnant. Little feet. She paused, listening. “The heir is the key,” she said, softer now, intent sharpening. “The Lunaris heir resonance gives us leverage over wolves *and* over the Tribunal. Bloodline on our side means we stop playing by their rules and start writing new ones.” Lunaris heir resonance. Something cold threaded through my ribs, sharp and metallic, like my own blood recoiling from the idea. I curled my hands over my belly without thinking, fingers splaying protectively.

“But Caleb, that’s utterly barbaric. There’s no way that can possibly still be legal.” “I agree that it’s barbaric, yes, but it is still legal because of the biological implications. You see, the death of an Alpha’s Heir—the heir that has not only been legally accepted by the Alpha, but also biologically imprinted on each other by one another’s wolves—can drive the father mad. He would become a rogue whether he likes it or not, and whoever kills the King’s heir would be instantly recognized by all wolves, on a primal and undeniable level, as their new leader.”

"Dad, hurry up and have Cillian sign the papers—transfer the shares to Arthur. "Oh, and since Cillian is not really a Harrison, he shouldn't be allowed to take a single thing that belongs to the family. No house, no car, nothing. "After all, why should a bastard get to benefit from Harrison property?" All eyes turned to my grandfather. In the dead silence, he slowly spoke. "Cillian is my one and only biological grandson. The shares in his name do not need to be transferred to anyone."

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”