Housemates With The Blackridge Heirs Novels & Stories

“I know who they are. Tell me what I don’t know.” The figure hesitated. Then: “We’ve received word from our contact over there. Something significant has happened.” “Report.” “The Blackwood heir has found his mate.” The room went completely silent. The man in shadow didn’t move. Didn’t blink. For a long moment, there was only the sound of breathing. Then, slowly, he leaned forward. “His mate.” “Yes, sir.” “What do we know about her?” “Our contact says she’s human. No connection to the pack. Just a regular employee.”

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

The kitchen at the community center had become her war room, its walls plastered with printouts of emails, financial records, and handwritten notes. Vivian proved to be an unlikely ally. She worked alongside Elena with a quiet intensity, her expensive clothes swapped for borrowed sweaters and muddy boots. She didn't complain about the cold or the简陋 food or the way some villagers still crossed themselves when she walked by. She just worked. "Here," Vivian said one afternoon, sliding a folder across the table. "This is the link between Blackridge and a shipping company in Panama. Salinger uses them to move equipment without customs inspections."

She asked seriously again. "Alright, um... I would like to ask you a favor. My mom and dad invited us for a special dinner tomorrow night, at the Lopez mansion. They just came home the other day, and they immediately looked for you. My parents are always urging me to bring you home. They want to see you, Lia." he said in a gentle voice while staring at her entire face.

Damien’s claws tore across the creature’s chest, but black blood barely slowed it. The rogue laughed through broken teeth. “The heir must come home.” “I am home,” I snapped. The creature’s silver eyes cut to mine. “Not this house.” The words dropped through me. The mountain answered. A deep pulse rolled beneath Frost Ridge, so low I felt it in my bones before I heard it. Not the house. Deeper. Beneath. The thing under the mountain. Damien drove the rogue down, one knee in its chest, claws at its throat.

Alaric looked around too. And then— understanding crossed his face. Oh. Gods. Eleanor looked at him sharply. “What?” His expression had gone strangely unreadable. “The upper east wing used to house the families.” Silence. Then: “What families?” The mountain pulsed softly around them. The answer arrived before Alaric could speak. Blackwood heirs. Blackwood brides. Children. The realization hollowed her chest instantly. There had once been life here. Not merely survival. Not merely grief.

“Ethan, I get it. But I need this. I’ve got two days before I’m homeless. So unless you have a better option, I’ll take my chances with the mafia lord.” He sighed. “Alright. If you’re sure. Interview’s tomorrow, ten AM. I’ll text you the address.” “Thank you. Really. You don’t know what this means.” “Just… be careful. And if it’s too much, if you feel unsafe, you leave. Promise me.” “I promise.” We said goodbye. My phone buzzed with the address seconds later. 1247 Blackwood Estate Drive. I Googled it. My jaw dropped. Mansion. Ten bedrooms. Eight baths. Pool. Gym. Grounds the size of a park. Looked like something out of a magazine.

More than anything else she had said so far. “When we get home,” she continued, turning back to Cassie, “I’ll give you everything your parents left behind. Every document, every detail you’ll need to understand what’s really going on.” Frederick swallowed hard, his throat dry, the realization settling in like something heavy and immovable. His ex-wife… The heiress to the Blackridge empire. A name that dominated rankings, that stood at the very top, far beyond anything the Novarion Group could compete with.

I mean I had to do the house chores to be able to live under my own father's roof. “Thank you,” I said smiling sheepishly and a little bit embarrassed about how I ate the food. Whether he knows it or not, he just saved me from starving to death. And to that, I will forever be grateful. Is he going to go back home or is he going to continually stare at me? I wondered as I looked at him. “What's your name,” he asked after a few moments of awkwardness had passed. “Rebecca,” I said suddenly feeling shy as my eyes found it's way to the floor.

I felt heat crawl up my neck, but I didn’t flinch. “I am Blackridge,” I said. “Born in the infirmary down the hall. Trained on the same training grounds you all bled on. My mother’s ashes are scattered under the old oak at the north ridge. This soil is in my blood. Lucas Stormridge is my mate—fated, true—but that doesn’t pull me away. It binds us tighter.” I took one step forward. “His alliance gives us warriors. Resources. Eyes on every border. Frostveil doesn’t take. It stands with us. Because what threatens Blackridge threatens him. And what threatens me threatens everything he’s built.”