Inheritance Paolini Novels & Stories

“I, Megan Prescott, reject you, Alpha Austin Sinclair of Crescent Moon Pack, as my mate and my Alpha. I wish you both happiness, and I hope you’ll finally be happy being with her.” Her voice was shaky and filled with intense sadness and grief. He smirked at her. “Oh, Megan. How would you even survive without me? You’re just a poor housewife. Don’t be too hard on yourself. Just sit here quietly and continue being my wife and Luna of this pack.” ** For three years, Megan had loved her husband, Alpha Austin Sinclair, wholeheartedly and served the pack with all her heart, leaving behind everything—her inheritance, her family, her status, her unparalleled true bloodline—just to be with him. Austin never noticed her; all he saw was a housewife who took care of his needs. However, Megan’s hope was shattered when his first love came back into the picture. Heartbroken and pregnant, Megan finally decided to let go and reclaim her true self. She severed their mate bond, divorced him, and disappeared. Leaving Austin in regret. Years later, she returned, not as the broken or rejected Luna, but as Megan Prescott, the Moon heiress to the most powerful royal European Pack, cloaked in wealth and power. Her presence commands authority and influence. Her mission is clear—protect her son, reclaim her power, and avoid Austin by all means. However, Austin wasn’t going to let go. He had realized how much he loved her after losing her. For the first time in his proud, arrogant life, he humbled himself and pleaded on his knees. “Megan, please come back to me. What would I do to change your mind?” She stared at him with absolute disgust. “Get the hell out of my life.”

I was nine months along and ready to give birth, but my husband, Sean Conner, had me locked in the basement storage room and told me to hold the baby in. He said it was because his late brother’s wife, Quinn Faber, was also due today. Years ago, Sean and his brother had agreed that the first child born to the Conners would be raised as the heir and inherit the family inheritance. “Quinn’s baby must come first,” Sean said as if it were nothing. “She lost her husband and has nothing. You already have my love. It’s only right that the inheritance goes to her child.” The pain from the contractions folded me over, and I cried, begging him to take me to the hospital. He wiped my tears with a dangerously calm voice. “Stop the act,” he snapped. “I always knew you didn’t love me. All you care about is money and status. You forced labor to happen early so you could steal my nephew’s place… How can you be so cruel?” White-faced and shaking, I managed to whisper, “I can’t control when a baby comes. It’s a coincidence. I swear I don’t care about the inheritance. I love you!” He let out a cold laugh. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have pushed Quinn to sign that contract relinquishing her child’s inheritance. Fine. Once she has her baby, I’ll come back for you. After all, the child in your belly is my blood.” Sean stayed outside Quinn’s delivery room. Only after the newborn arrived did he remember me. He ordered his secretary to take me to the hospital, but the secretary’s voice trembled as he said. “Madam… and the baby… They’re both gone…” At that moment, Sean lost his mind.

Vaelora Arden was born to privilege as the daughter of Alpha Theron Arden of the powerful Nightbane Pack. Destined to marry feared Lycan King Lucerian Veyth and unite two powerful bloodlines, she instead chose love over duty. Believing Alpha Kaiven Drax loved her more than power, Vaelora abandoned her title, inheritance, and family to run away with him. Her sacrifice soon turned into nightmare. Once her family disowned her and cut her off from their wealth, Kaiven's affection vanished ,humiliated, and forced to endure his endless infidelities, Vaelora clung to her failing marriage until a violent confrontation led to loss of her unborn child. Broken abandoned, she returned home in disgrace. Desperate to restore their damaged alliance, her family offers her one chance at redemption: marry the Lycan King she once rejected. Lucerian accepts, but not out of love. Kaiven is his hated stepbrother, and Lucerian has spent years plotting revenge. Their marriage begins as cold political arrangement built on mutual wounds and resentment. Yet as war erupts and secrets are revealed, Vaelora discovers that beneath Lucerian's ruthless exterior lies lonely, broken man burdened by grief and hatred. As they grow closer, love blossoms where neither expected it. Together they bring down Kaiven's empire, but victory comes at terrible cost when Vaelora is gravely wounded and learns she's pregnant again. When Lucerian orders the pregnancy terminated, she leaves him, devastated. Only later does she discover the truth: Lucerian is dying from a rare illness and wanted to spare her the pain of raising a child alone. Faced with an impossible choice, Vaelora sacrifices her unborn child to save the man she loves. In the end, love triumphs over betrayal. Lucerian survives, Vaelora is crowned his true Luna, and together they finally build the family and future they once thought impossible.

He was her only escape… or so she thought. [{EXCERPT}] "MARRY ME!" Alana shouted just as he reached the door. Roman stopped mid-step. Slowly, he turned, amusement flickering in his cold eyes before a low, cruel laugh slipped past his lips. “Seems you’ve finally lost all sense,” he said when the laughter faded. He stepped closer, his towering frame swallowing the space between them as she tilted her head to meet his gaze. “What makes you think you can make such a bold request, Alana?” he murmured, his cold fingers brushing against her lips. A shiver ran through her, stealing her voice for a moment. Then she straightened, her fists tightening at her sides. “Because I’ll be the best wife you could possibly ask for,” she said, forcing confidence into her tone as a small smile curved her lips. Roman tilted his head, a dark smirk forming. “Is that so?” he whispered, his hand slipping beneath her dress as she gasped. –––– After escaping the suffocating grip of her abusive family, Alana believes she’s finally free. But freedom comes at a price. Roman Ashford is everything she should avoid. A cunning billionaire. New York’s most eligible bachelor. A man whose name alone unsettles the entire business world. One unexpected encounter pulls her into his orbit, binding her to him in a dangerous arrangement as his fake girlfriend for thirty-one days. But just as she begins to find her footing, her past comes back to choke her. To secure the inheritance her late father left behind before her mother claims it, Alana must find a husband. With time running out, she makes a reckless decision and turns to the one man she should never trust, making a deal that could ruin her utterly.

Despite being married to me, Don Massimo Cortese has forgotten my birthday once again. On my 25th birthday, he brings his most capable Underboss, Catia Sangalli, home with him. "Catia is pregnant." His tone remains even, as though this is nothing more than routine business. "She's pregnant with my child." My eyes become as wide as dinner plates. I can only stare at Massimo in disbelief. There isn't a trace of guilt on his expression. If anything, there's a hint of calculation in his eyes. "My family needs an heir, which you can't produce at all." That's when I finally give up on Massimo. After wiping my tears away, I pass him a divorce agreement that I've prepared in advance. Massimo just smiles lightly as he signs the agreement without hesitation. His friends are confused, to say the least. "Aren't you going to ask the Donna to stay, Don Cortese? Everyone in Napango knows very well just how much you love her. Are you seriously going to let her go like this?" Massimo says firmly, "Don't worry. She will never be able to leave my side. Angelica doesn't even have any family in this world. Who else can she seek out but me? "She's far too temperamental right now, so she needs to be taught a lesson. Once she finally learns her place, she will come back to me." I pretend to not hear the conversation as I pack my luggage quietly. What Massimo doesn't know is that I've taken the initiative to give up on my inheritance rights to the Rocchi Famiglia's assets five years ago because of the family rule that states, "No Rocchi is allowed to form marital ties with other forces." This time, I'm going to cut all ties with Massimo and return to the Rocchi manor as their heiress alongside my unborn child.

I was eighteen when I'd given my heart to Julian Thorne, friend of my father and a silver-haired god who ruled the city. He'd laughed, called me a child, and then exiled me to Europe. Five years later, I returned, no longer a naive princess but a desperate pawn, destined to be sold into an abusive marriage to save my bankrupt family. Julian was the only key to my cage. He agreed to save me. He bought my father's debt and claimed me as his own. His price was my submission-my body in his bed, my life under his thumb. All along, I'd thought I was playing a game of seduction to survive, when, in fact, Julian was playing a game of war. And when I found out he used our nights to steal my inheritance and destroy my family, I ran. I disappeared, faked my own death, and took the one thing he could never reclaim his son. Three years of freedom reduced to naught the instant he found us. He dragged me back into his gilded cage, intent on revenge. But before his vengeance could take root, a rival's sabotage put him in a coma. The moment Julian opened his eyes, he remembered his empire, his rivalries, his treacherous ex-fiancée, Seraphina. He remembered everything.except the woman he'd risked his life for, and the son who carried his eyes. Now, I am trapped: in a fight with a forgotten man, haunted by the ghost who swore his love to me in a final dying letter, facing an enemy who wants to eradicate the only thing Julian cannot forget: our connection. To save myself and my child, I have to make the monster fall in love with me all over again-before his past decides I'm a risk worth killing.

I am the sole heir to the Alpha King of Northaria, but I'm an Omega. All of Northaria awaits the day I come of age, hoping I'll awaken the kind of Alpha bloodline strong enough to claim the throne. But when the day finally comes, I'm still just a low-rank Omega. So, they say that the true heir must be one of the three "pledged Alphas" my father adopted from the major tribes. Whichever one of them marks me becomes the ruler of all Northaria packs. But none of them have ever truly looked at me. The one I like most is Quin Lawson. When I fainted on the snowy plains as a child, it was he who carried me back to the pack. I've tried countless times to get close to him, only to be met with nothing but cold, contemptuous stares. I used to think he was just emotionally distant—until the Moon Goddess Festival. That night, I saw him kneel before Silvia Anderson, the daughter of my father's second-in-command. His voice is soft, and his gaze is tender. "I'm marrying Evelyn only to repay the Alpha King's kindness. Once I get the inheritance, I'll make you my Luna. As long as she doesn't harm you, I'll even grant her a piece of land to live out her life in peace. You're my true mate." The night before the marking ceremony, my father asks me who I choose. I think of the way all three of the pledged Alphas look away whenever our eyes meet. I smile and say, "I'm the rightful heir of Northaria. My mate should be someone who brings the greatest strength to our pack. And so, I choose Alpha Heath of the Pyraxis pack." The air goes still. My father frowns. "Him? Are you sure? Every one of his mates has died under mysterious circumstances. His wolf is known to be vicious—no one dares get close to him. You truly want to be his mate?"

When I'm three months pregnant, I fall down the stairs at home and end up losing my unborn baby. Since then, I'm immersed in the sorrow of losing my baby. On top of that, I hate myself for being careless during my pregnancy. But my husband, Domenico Ferrante, doesn't blame me at all. Instead, he keeps staying by my side and taking good care of me. "Honey, we'll still have another baby in the future. Don't be sad, okay?" I thought I married my true love. But on the day I get discharged, I overhear a conversation between Domenico and his Underboss, Rocco Carini. "Have you cleaned up the oil spill at the stairway? Nadia is about to get discharged. Don't let her discover the truth." After Rocco makes all arrangements, he hesitates for a moment before telling Domenico, "Don Ferrante, if the Donna ever finds out that you're the one behind her miscarriage, she will never forgive you." Domenico falls silent for a moment. Then, he replies casually, "I will never let Nadia find out the truth. Valentina has finally gotten pregnant after so long—I won't let anyone threaten her child's inheritance right. This is the vow I've made to Valentina in the past. "As for Nadia, she will always be my wife even if she doesn't have a child." It turns out that this isn't an accident. My own husband actually makes me miscarry our child just for the sake of another woman. Heartbroken, I call my older brother, Alessio Nucci. "Alessio, Domenico has killed my child. I want to divorce him and leave him forever." After a moment of silence, Alessio says in a cold, harsh tone, "Fake your death, then. Only after you've completely vanished from this world can Domenico forever live in the pain of not being able to find you ever again."

After I proposed to Kathy Johnson, my girlfriend of seven years, we went to City Hall to get our marriage license. Instead, she had her bodyguards throw me onto the street. Then, she walked through the doors, hand in hand with her childhood friend, Nate. She didn’t even blink when he saw me sitting there on the ground, shaking with disbelief. "Nate's son needs a legal guardian to secure his inheritance from the Johnson Group. The fastest way is for me to marry Nate and adopt the boy." "As soon as the paperwork is finalized, we'll get a divorce. You'll still be the one I really marry." Everyone assumed that I, the man who had been devoted to her for so long, would foolishly wait. After all, I had already waited for seven long years. But that night, I accepted the arranged business marriage my family had prepared for me and took a flight to Center City on the East Coast. I vanished from Kathy's world completely, and no one saw it coming. Five years later, I returned to Westlake City to visit my family. My wife, Rhea Weyland, was the sole heir to the Weyland family, a powerhouse that practically controlled the entire West Coast economy. She was tied up in a sudden international merger meeting. She had specially arranged for someone to pick me up from the airport. But I never dreamed that the "someone" she sent would be Kathy. The moment she saw me, her gaze immediately fell on the glittering watch on my wrist. "I can't believe that after all these years, you've stooped so low you're wearing a cheap knockoff." "Are you done with your little pity party? It's time to come crawling back. Nate's son is starting at an elite private school, and you're just in time to be his full-time driver and bodyguard." I gently stroked the watch on my wrist. What she didn't know was that this was one of the more modest gifts Rhea had given me.

Cornton playboy Justin Swanson openly declares that he only keeps girlfriends around for one month at a time and never falls in love. Women hoping to marry into wealth line up from one side of the city to the other. After all, when he is in a good mood, he rewards them with a villa. Even when he isn't pleased, there is still a million-dollar breakup payout. I am a joke to everyone in Cornton. They say I'm the most humiliated rich man's wife in all of history. They all assume I will put up with him forever. That is, until Justin brings home a college goer named Kayla Holt. She looks pretty ordinary, yet she becomes the first woman to make him break away from his vow of only having one woman as a girlfriend for a month. Justin gives me two choices. The first is to accept an open marriage and let Kayla stand on equal footing with me. The second is to divorce him, take half the assets, and walk away with no strings attached between us. His friends stand nearby, enjoying the show. They are convinced I will stay and keep playing the patient, long-suffering wife for the money. But I choose the second option without hesitation. In my previous life, I choose to tolerate Justin's infidelity, only for Kayla to become more and more demanding. She forbids Justin from touching me, and she forbids him from giving me any property. In my old age, I can only watch with envy as Kayla is surrounded by children and even grandchildren. When Justin dies, his will does not mention me a single time. All of his inheritance goes to Kayla. I spend my entire life clinging to the title of Mrs. Swanson, only to end up completely alone. After getting a second chance at life, I am no longer hung up on him. I understand clearly that I should take the money and leave. From now on, he and I have nothing to do with each other anymore.