Novel & Cerita Heir To Edenbrooke

“Which is why I’ve been grooming Adrian here, to be my heir when I step down. But I wanted to find you, Eden. Because I’d like you and Adrian to inherit the pack together.” Inherit? The pack? Together?

Her scent was in my lungs. I had lost everything. But I had found her. "What now?" I asked. "You've found me. My brother is dead. What do you want from me?" Corvin exchanged a look with the others. Then he straightened, and something formal entered his bearing. "You are the last surviving heir to the High Throne. House Varen has ruled illegitimately for twenty-one years. There are those who have never accepted their claim — loyalists, like us, who remember the true bloodline." His eyes met mine. "We want you to come back with us."

"You really want to know the reason, my nephew?" “Just tell me, Uncle!” Brockley said with a curious look on his face. Herbert took a deep breath, however, he was very fond of Brockley. “When you were fifteen years old, I received information that your father had died of poisoning by a royal traitor. Yes, your father was once a king. Since then, your mother was appointed Queen to replace your father's position. Two years ago, your little brother named Grock Leofwine was crowned King of Glory 2.”

King Edgar Barnabas looked at Edmund's face curiously. From a very long time ago, he was a reliable trader and liked to collect antiques. Sometimes he came to black-market auctions to hunt for rare items that were considered lost and destroyed in Magica. Since Edmund's appearance, he had felt that Duke Brighton's face was very familiar, even though he could say this was the first time they had met.

"I have not." "Liar." "...Maybe a little." She laughed. "I figured."Raven became even happier about the move after looking up the local covens. "There isn't a full coven in Salem," she explained. "Just an outreach house about twenty minutes away." "Is that good?" "For us? Very." She scrolled through page after page on her enchanted phone before finally nodding in satisfaction. "They're healers." "That's it?" "They specialize in healing, protective wards, magical education, and mediation between supernatural communities."

He says urgency lacing his words. I take Daisy's hand and follow Dean inside with long strides. When we get to the scene, I see Blake trying to destroy the face of Troy. Troy was the heir to the International 'Bon appetite' restaurant. He was a decent guy on a normal day so I don't understand why Blake was hell-bent on ruining his face but I guess jealousy does that to you. He might be stupid enough not to realize this but it's so obvious he has feelings for his so-called best friend.

“Control is survival, child. Without it, we’re nothing. Look at what happened when your grandfather tried to give it up. Look at what happened when Margaret tried to take it.” Alicia felt sick. “And Aiden? Is he part of your plan too?” Robert’s face softened. “Aiden is the future, Alicia. He’s the last pure Dickson. I never wanted to hurt him. I just wanted to make sure he grew up knowing who he is.” Alicia stepped back. “By kidnapping him? By threatening us?” “I didn’t threaten you,” Robert said. “Kessler did. I merely… allowed it. To see what you’d do.”

Grace. My hands began to shake. These weren’t the names of corporate rivals or faceless enemies. These were people. A family. This wasn’t a trophy of a conquest; it was a relic of a past he had clearly left behind. A past he kept hidden in a secret drawer. This was not the damning evidence I sought. This was a complication. A human being I had sworn not to see. The sharp sound of a key turning in the penthouse front door shattered the silence. My blood ran cold. It was too early. He wasn’t due back for two more days.

The evening had settled into the quiet Vargr preferred. He sat in the chair by the window with a glass of wine he hadn't touched, one hand resting on the arm, his eyes on the mountain line where the last of the light was leaving. The compound was running. The program was running. The working held as it would continue to hold until the heir arrived and completed what had taken 153 years to build. The heir. He was certain of it — a son, born of the original line, the last piece of what that night in the ash had set in motion. He had been patient. He could be patient a little longer.

My hands, hanging at my sides, clenched into tight fists, my nails digging into my palms so hard they nearly drew blood. I wiped the sourness from my mouth and instinctively hid the bag of supplements behind my back. "It's none of your business." "How is it not our business?" Liana stepped closer with a sly smile, deliberately caressing the heavy golden locket—a symbol of the pack mother—hanging around her neck. "Kaelen doesn't want me to feel wronged, so he's decided to hold a Grand Naming Ceremony for our son tomorrow. It's a historic event, I know, and as the former mate, you should come and give the heir your blessing, right?"