Steven Heim Novels & Stories

Warning. 21+ Emely married Alexander Winchester—the billionaire who chose her not out of love, but because a family arrangement demanded it. For an entire year, she tried to build a warm home and a future for them, yet all she ever received was his icy indifference and a gaze that reminded her she would never be enough. When Emely failed to get pregnant, Alexander made a devastating choice: he hired another woman to carry his male heir. Emely agreed, clinging to the hope that saving their marriage was still possible… even if their marriage had never been built on love to begin with. But fate had plans neither of them could control. The surrogate became pregnant and so did Emely. When the surrogate delivered a son while Emely gave birth to a daughter, her status in the Winchester family collapsed instantly. Overnight, she became the unwanted wife, the mother who didn’t matter, the woman who had failed to produce the heir they valued above all else. Everyone expected her to break. Instead… Emely rose. She returned to work, rebuilt herself piece by piece, and shone brighter than ever—catching the eye of the one man no one saw coming: Steven Hale, Alexander’s most ruthless business rival. A man who saw Emely’s worth from the very beginning. A man who was willing to fight for her. And just when Alexander finally realized that the woman he’d neglected was the only one he could never live without—Emely was no longer standing alone. Now only one question remains: Will Emely return to the man who shattered her into pieces… or choose the one who was ready to protect her from the very start?

Everyone said I was too possessive when it came to my girlfriend, Amanda Crane. When Amanda first started taking photos of her childhood friend, Ian Lewis, I ripped apart all the rolls of film. When she helped him fix his computer, I called her 100 times in an hour. And when he called her from the airport, asking her to pick him up because the rain made it impossible to get a cab, I held a knife to my throat. I told her I'd take my own life if she went to him. Fed up, Amanda shipped me off to a psychiatric hospital that same night. When I got out, I vanished. Amanda was certain I was hiding somewhere, spying on her and Ian, but I never showed up—until the celebration party for a business project three years later. Ian put his arm around Amanda and swirled the wine glass he was holding. He shot me a taunting look, remarking, "You used to get so jealous, Steven. I'm sure you no longer mind if Mandy and I drink from the same glass now, right?" He waited for me to go berserk the way I used to three years ago, but I simply moved the bottle of wine closer to them. "I don't mind at all, of course. Have as many glasses as you want. It's great to see that your relationship has been progressing so well." Amanda paused. Her eyes started to redden. She stared fixedly at me and questioned, "Why don't you feel jealous anymore, Steven?"

After 99 bloodline fusion rituals, I finally conceived Alpha Garrick Whitefang's pup. As a mixed-blood Omega without a wolf, I understood the cost of that miracle better than anyone. The rituals burned away my lifespan. I brought this child with my blood. When I returned with the pregnancy report, ready to share the news, Garrick was waiting for me. A 4-year-old girl stood at his side, her small hand clasped in his. "Rowena, this is my surprise for you. Our pup," he said gently. Then he added, as if it meant nothing, "You will not have to endure bloodline fusion anymore. Her mother, Lyralei North, is pregnant with a male pup. Once she gives birth, I will bring him back for you to raise." His mother smiled with open relief. "No labor, no pain, and you gain two pups for free. How wonderful. The Snowclaw Pack finally has heirs." Unstoppable tears spilled down my face. For seven years as Garrick's Luna, bloodline rejection had made natural conception impossible. For five of those years, I had begged the pack elders to perform bloodline fusion rituals on me. I traded away my lifespan 99 times in total for the chance to carry his child. Only then did I understand. Garrick never wanted my pup. As long as heirs existed, it did not matter who gave birth to them. I returned to my room without a word and made one call. "Steven, does your research project still need people? I want to rejoin the team," I said quietly. "And I am leaving the Snowclaw Pack."