Rogue Heiress Novels & Stories

Blood seemed to trickle from a wound on her arm. One of the rogues kicked her roughly. “Hurry up, old hag. Hand over the damn necklace.” The woman sobbed, as she trembled while she clutched something close to her chest. “Please… this is an heirloom and it's meant to be handed over to my son. It's not supposed to be lost. I'd rather give you some gold coins.” A second rogue sneered. “We don't need your gold coins, we need your gold necklace.”

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

“As an alpha heir you don’t get your pick of the litter, you have to be with someone who can help you grow in your position.” “That’s right.” I confirm. “And it was because of that I tried desperately to keep anyone from discovering that Marigold even existed. I met her when I was only sixteen and hunting. She was a rogue with no pack, who was travelling with her family from place to place. They were struggling when I found them and homeless.

He smiled at the thought of Ryle. “Your true mate? The true mate who rejected you because you wouldn’t give up Stephanie?” She started. “Oh yeah, that’s right, you beat her and she dumped your sorry ass for her true mate. Oh, and he’s going to raise YOUR pup as his own.” She continued, “you have me and only me... and my father, who’s brought all these rogues to you and is funding your run at being the Rogue King. I am also the one carrying your heir, at least one who can control, for the moment.” She said.

"Damien is just bluffing. This is part of his rebellious nature. He’ll come back. He’s still just a child who grew up without a mother...and now he’s acting out." Eleanor’s lips curved into a thin smile. "Exactly. And that’s why we can control this situation." She leaned closer. "If you really want Damien to come back, then make it official. Announce to the world that Gilbert is your first son and the true heir to the Cruz empire. Damien won’t be able to stand it. He’ll find it unfair and come apologizing." The chairman didn’t respond. His jaw was set tight, his eyes cold as stone. Eleanor stood up, straightening her dress.

But here, in this ragged group of outcasts and survivors, I'd found something I'd never had before. Purpose. "I choose you," I said quietly. "All of you. I'm not running." Kael smiled—small but genuine. "Good. Because we need you, Selene. More than you know." “Why do you keep saying that?” I asked. “I’m untrained. I’m unstable. Right now, I’m more danger than help.” He was quiet for a long moment, his expression thoughtful. “I’ve been a rogue for years,” he said finally. “I’ve watched wolves fight, survive, and fall apart. I know what strength looks like. I know what fear looks like. And I know what potential looks like.”

She walked into Roverthhood not as prey, not as outcast— but as the daughter of Robin Sterling, the forgotten heir. And in her silence, vengeance took root. ---

“You ginger-haired witch, who the hell do you think you are?” I stopped, slowly, I turned my head and walked closer until I stood inches away from her face. “Well, since you don’t know…” I said softly, each word laced with power. “I am Mia Henss, the Rogue Luna Heiress. Remember the name.” Brianna’s eyes went wide, her face twisting red with fury, but before she could spit out another insult, I had already guided my mother into my car and slammed the door shut. The crowd erupted into whispers and gasps as my engine roared to life.

Just by discussing amongst themselves, my fate was already sealed. No one bothered to care about any input that I had. I was a girl by myself, after all, and there was no way I could go against the nine of them. So they naturally took my coins by force. Anna pouted and sweet-talked her mother into contributing another five gold coins, allowing her to purchase the Sea Maiden's Dress. "Wow, this dress is so comfortable! It's so cool and form-fitting that it feels like it's part of my own skin!" Anna exclaimed happily.

Not submission. Reverence. “The second seal has cracked.” The house pulsed behind me. The thing beneath my ribs answered. The rogue lifted one clawed hand and pointed past me. Toward Damien. “Now choose, little heir.” My blood went cold. “Choose what?” The rogue’s silver eyes gleamed. “The alpha’s blood, or the crown’s.”