Inheritance Book 4 소설 & 이야기

“And I deserve to inherit her properties. Including this house,” Margaret rolled her eyes. “You are not even a real daughter,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. “You are just a mistake, a product of my father's infidelity. You don't deserve anything,” My father, Jenkins, looked at me with a mixture of disappointment and disgusting “You fool, you need to understand that you are not in a position to be making demands,” he said. “You've brought shame to this family and you need to be grateful that we're even willing to take you back in,”

I go to the library where I see Abner Brooks. “Ahh, young Morgan, I’m not surprised to see you here.” He gives me a genuine smile. “I came to look for books on word alchemy, I’m not sure what or if they have any here.” “They do,” He bobs his head in thought, “Not a whole ton but Bear Clans are very spiritual and keep many records of Witch Alchemy.” He leads me to a section in the back and shows me a bookshelf of old and dusty books that look like they haven’t been touched in centuries. If at all. “Knock yourself out, let me know if I can be of any help.”

“More like he hears her. Thalia actually can speak to her. Then she can absorb other gifts. Once she does, it’s embedded in her DNA. That’s what Aiden told me. Plus, she can then push it out to the warriors temporarily.” “So she is a living catalog of gifts. That makes sense. It couldn’t go to a better recipient.” “Agreed. I just wonder what yours will be.” I start feeling nervous. What if I don’t get a gift? Does that mean I’m defective? Adrian hugs me and pushes calm through me. “You get worked up a lot. Do you know that?” “Habit,” I replied, quietly. He looks at me with some unnamed emotion. I want to ask him what he is thinking about, but I’m afraid of the answer. I decide against it.

“Sometimes, you have to sacrifice a few pawns to win the game. You’re all stuck in the past, clinging to your old empires. The future belongs to those who are willing to adapt.” Elena’s hand tightened on her gun, anger boiling beneath the surface. She wanted nothing more than to put a bullet between Dominic’s eyes, but she knew they needed answers. Killing him now wouldn’t help them defeat the fourth man. “You don’t get it, do you?” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “The fourth man doesn’t care about you. You’re just another tool to him, another pawn in his game. And when he’s done with you, he’ll toss you aside like the rest of us.”

To ease Dad's worries, I supported every decision he made and cut off every path for Harry to benefit financially. Listening to Dad was the smartest thing I had ever done. Otherwise, Harry wouldn't have been desperate enough to reveal his true colors early and try to destroy me. Rebecca was right. These social-climbing, gold-digging men were terrifying. They would sell their souls if it meant securing a fortune. A shiver ran through me as I looked at Harry's bruised and swollen face, and a sharp thrill of satisfaction rose in my chest. "He dug his own grave. He deserved every bit of it," I murmured.

Valentina slid into the last stall, locked it, and set the briefcase on the narrow shelf above the toilet. Her hands moved fast, efficient. The key turned with a faint click, and the lid lifted. There it was. The ledger. Black leather, worn at the edges, its pages thick with ink. She flipped it open, her breath catching as names and numbers spilled across the paper: shipments, ports, bribes, politicians bought and paid for—routes carved in blood. It wasn’t just a ledger—it was an empire written in code and ink. Her chest tightened. If Dante wanted this, it wasn’t for leverage—it was for war.

Landing the final blow, before I was jolted to my senses. “I receive the assignment,” I said, trying to steady my voice as hard as I could. Standing with difficulty to receive the parchment. My grandfather handed it down to me with steady hands. His expression unreadable. Just as his lips parted, he grimaced slightly as he was rudely interrupted. “Ugh, boring,” an all too familiar voice rang out, dispelling the solemn atmosphere. Alpha Stormfang’s arrogant figure stood to the side with crossed arms as he drew the gazes of everyone present.

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Life was better than it’d been the day before. I returned to the library later in the afternoon, only to find book two of the Inheritance series waiting on me in what had become our spot. No note sat with it, but a smile spread across my face, anyway. It wasn’t an official sign of forgiveness, but she was interacting with me. My bones loosened at the joints, and I finally relaxed. I whistled as I strolled home that evening. It took me until Wednesday evening to finish Eldest. After I returned it to our spot Thursday morning, book three was waiting for me by the time I left work. But this one—this one!—had a note with it.

***Author's Note: Please read books 1-4 before reading this book or else you'll be extremely lost. You will not be able to read this as a stand-alone. Books are as follows: Book 1: P.S You're My Mate Book 2: She's My Mate Book 3: I'm His Mate Book 4: His Warm-Blooded Mate Please remember to leave a review, vote with your diamonds, and comment! _________________________________________ SYLVAIN