Novel & Cerita Rise Of The Sole Heir

"It means the elders will expect an heir. A child born of a living king and a primal Luna would possess enough spiritual strength to dominate the entire continent." My heart gave a violent, panicked thud against my ribs. I had to force my facial muscles to remain completely frozen, preventing the sheer terror I felt from leaking into my expression or my scent. *An heir. He wanted a child to solidify his empire. If he knew that the life currently growing inside me belonged to Darren Clarke—the pathetic traitor currently locked in his deepest dungeon—he wouldn't see it as an empire. He would see it as a declaration of war against his bloodline.

She slid them out and began to read. The top page was a will. The original Rhodes family will, dated eighteen years ago, drawn up by a solicitor firm whose name she didn't recognise, not Crane's firm, someone else entirely, someone her mother had found carefully and deliberately. Signed. Witnessed by two names she didn't know. Legally formatted in language she had to read slowly to fully follow. She followed it. Elias Rhodes was named as primary heir to the Rhodes estate and all associated assets upon his father's death. That part she'd expected. But the clauses below it were what made her breathing slow down and become deliberate.

"Just hear me out. The police wrapped up last night. The bracelet only had Talia's prints. You're clean. She framed you—planted it on you in front of everyone. And Vivian set Kyle up, got him to run off. What about next time? Kyle's my son. We can't keep this hidden." He paused, eyes sharpening. "He's my family's only heir. You know what that means—money, status. With that target on his back, if he keeps living somewhere like that... what if someone goes after him? Can you watch him twenty-four seven? If last night hadn't played out the way it did..."

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

“There’s no rush. Mr. Caldwell just wanted you to have this opportunity, and he’s willing to wait for however long it takes.” She glanced at the papers on the desk, a thought nagging at her. “So... you’re saying I’m... I’m just really the only heir?” Daniel’s smile widened, there's a warmth in his gaze. “Yes, Sophia. You are the sole heir to Victor Caldwell’s fortune. His entire estate, his businesses, his assets—they’re all meant for you.” “I-I just can't really process it all. But... why me? He doesn’t even know me yet personally, right?”

My father stood up and shook hands with the principal before he turned and walked out without another glance. I followed immediately after him and Adrian followed behind us silently. When we got outside the building, the wind felt colder. Father stopped at the base of the steps and turned to look at me. His gaze was sharp as if he was assessing. “Rowan Vale,” he said firmly, “From today, you are my only heir and Crescent Pack’s only hope.” The weight of those words settled heavily between us. “You will not stain our name like your brother did, ” he continued. “You will not falter and you will make this Pack proud.”

Their sacred resonance was my entire world's orbit, the cosmic masterstroke by which all future epochs would be etched across the firmament. And as my smoldering gaze met the mother's luminous stare, I knew without a shred of uncertainty that by my claw alone, the dawning of a new golden age had begun. An age of genetic ascendancy, of evolutionary supremacy realized at long last. The time of reckoning for this decadent world had arrived. THE HEIR THAT WAS THOUGHT TO BE LOST! MY HEIR... MY PUPS.

"But in all, you are the Sole Consortium Heir." My mind reels. "The Sole Consortium Heir?" "Stop right there," I interrupted, my heart pounding in my chest. "Are you saying that my parents were murdered? And that I'm in danger?" I could feel my hands shaking as I spoke. He nodded gravely. "Yes, Miranda. Your grandparents kept you hidden all these years to protect you. But now, as the Sole Consortium Heir, you are needed to take over. It's time for you to step up and lead."