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she started, but he cut her off with a raise of his hand. Grandfather Wellesley took a step closer, and though he never raised his voice, the weight of his authority settled over the place. “Her place,” he said slowly, “is here.” Vivian’s jaw tightened. His words was enough to shut her up and at least make Avery feel that someone was on her side. “You may not like it,” he continued, “but Avery is the mother of my heirs. And that means she is family.” Vivian’s face twitched, her fists clenching at her sides. She hated that word heirs and had disputed the fact over and over again in front of Avery.

“You’ve been running from it for too long.” I shook my head, backing away from both of them, my heart pounding in my chest. “No. I won’t do this. I won’t let you control me.” “You don’t have a choice,” Lorenzo said, his voice turning colder. “The children are the key, Elena. They’re the heirs to an empire greater than any of these men could ever imagine. And with them in my grasp, I will control it all.”

"From the very beginning, the heir was the one in Stella's belly!" "This was just an unacknowledged bastard, a creature no one wanted. Why should he have been born?" "So he could live his life branded as a 'mutt'?" I was a walking corpse, shuffling toward the future Don, leaving a trail of scarlet on the floor. Each step left a bloody footprint, a gruesome trail of what we had lost. I stopped right in front of him and asked, my voice devoid of emotion. "Tell me, who was ever looking forward to the birth of the true Gallo heir?"

This is memory shaped by lineage and intent. Another presence stirred behind him. A shadow within a shadow. A second wolf stepped forward, partially obscured, features indistinct but power unmistakable. The Heir. “You should not be here,” I said, backing away. “You are already here,” the Heir replied. His voice was calm, controlled. “You crossed the threshold the moment you recognized the sigil.” Rowan smiled faintly. “She always was perceptive.” The Heir’s gaze never left mine. “You stand at the fault line between inheritance and defiance.”

Happiness in the wrong direction can be harder to leave than misery you already know how to carry. But I could not remain. The child had to be brought back. You had to be brought back. The answer did not lie only in your birth. It lay in what you would later become and where you would one day stand when the war returned. So I left. I left knowing he would never forgive me. Not truly. Not after I carried his offspring. His heir.” *** The word made me stop breathing. Heir. My fingers tightened on the edges of the journal so hard the old paper creaked faintly. His heir. Not merely daughter. Not merely child. Heir.

"I was just being stupid." "You were being kind. There is a difference." My father stood, walked to the window. "Kindness is not stupidity. Using someone's kindness is." Outside, the estate grounds stretched into darkness. Gardens my mother planted. Paths I ran on as a child. A whole world I gave up because I thought love was worth more than legacy. "The three years are up," I said. "I failed your test." "You did not fail anything." "I was supposed to find love. Real love. I found a man who used me for medical supplies and household management."

She stumbled up from the sofa, grabbed his arm with both hands, and shook her head frantically. “Damian, listen to me. I did this for you. I did this for the pack.” I let out a short, humorless laugh. Every head turned toward me. “For him?” I said. “You mean you found another man’s child and tried to pass it off as the Vale heir?” Selene flinched as if I had struck her. The elders did not. Their anger came all at once. “Do you understand what fraud against the bloodline means?” Cedric Vale thundered.

A sound that reverberated through my body and shook me ice cold. “Keira Pierre,” he got serious again. “Do yourself a favour and keep your father’s lineage alive.” He didn’t need to say anymore than that, I understood what it meant. For the first time since I came to Blackthorn, real hot fear coursed through my body. “Who are you?” I finally mustered the voice to ask. “No one that should bother you, if you lay low.” “I used to know your father,” he said, gaze falling into shadows.

Back when he told me that, I thought he was just making it up to pressure me into taking over the sanctum. I still remembered the way he used to tap my forehead, half-annoyed. "You're not even on the list. The master chose his heir long before you were born. It's a very special and gifted boy." Could that heir be Max? I didn't waste time. I grabbed my needles again, adjusted the placements, and began breaking the spell. Half an hour passed. It should've worked by now. But he still didn't wake up, and I couldn't hear a heartbeat either.

Because of what the connection whispered next. The Lost Heir has returned. The words echoed through every part of me. Lost Heir. Not Eighth Heir. Lost. Which meant... The Well Keeper had told me the Seven Heirs were one family. If there was a Lost Heir... Then someone hadn't been added to history. Someone had been erased from it. The hooded figure slowly lifted one hand. The sky above the throne darkened. The fracture across the heavens widened. And a voice, calm enough to chill the soul, carried across impossible distances.