Succession Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I held onto his arms as I said "I always liked you but you were the kid that had everything, the brother of the soon to be alpha you were basically at the top of the social triangle and i was the future beta's nerdy sister so I never had the courage to tell you how I felt, then I met my mate and we all know how that turned out but the other day when we were talking in the woods and you hugged me I guess it brought back old memories and feelings but we can't be together seeing as my ex-mate is your brother and your parents hate me. I told him honestly

The impact shook the room. "You don't get to say that," I snarled, my face inches from his. "You don't get to claim that. She was mine first. She was meant to be mine. She was promised to me. She was supposed to be my Luna." "She was never yours." Draven shoved me back, his claws raking across my arm, drawing more blood. "She was never yours, and she never will be. She chose me. She chose me over you. She chose the bastard over the heir. Doesn't that tell you everything you need to know?"

A few steps behind him stood his wife – and Olivia Bronson. That snake. “As of this moment,” Owen spoke into a microphone, “the succession laws have been officially amended as follows: a successor to the crown must be related biologically or legally to the previous monarch. In the event that the successor will be related by marriage instead of by blood, the successor shall be chosen from all eligible candidates by a majority vote of the Alphas of each territory.” Owen smiled warmly into the camera. “There is no reason to believe we will need a successor any time soon as I am in excellent health. This law was amended merely as a precaution for the good of our country.”

She wanted to argue, wanted to say that they had a duty to try, but she couldn’t find the energy to care about duty when three graves sat in front of her. “What happens to the succession then?” Nyx asked. “We’ll figure it out,” Theron said. “We can name an heir from the council, or from one of the packs, or we can change the succession laws entirely. But we’re not trying again. I’m not watching you bury another child.” She held his gaze and felt through the bond how much he meant it, how the thought of going through this a fourth time was breaking him the same way it was breaking her. “Okay,” she said quietly. “No more trying.”

I raised my brows with a wicked grin. She rolled away from me, and I growled at the absence of her she toddled off to the couch wrapped in the sheet, grabbing the pizza before coming back to me. We had our picnic on the bed, enjoying the food we had earned. “You know I have to tell you something,” Her face turned sullen as she brought it up. “What?” I brushed her hair out of her face, not wanting a dark expression to blanket her features. “He said that he wanted me to be his successor,” She laid back on the bed. “I don’t think he’ll stop,”

One of the Elders nearly passed out on the spot. "I don't believe I've done anything wrong. I simply fell in love. I am an Alpha, yes — but I'm also his partner. I can't give him up, because he is everything to me." I stood in the crowd below, staring up at him in disbelief. He actually said it. "As for succession — I've already thought it through. My brother has a son with Alpha blood. I'll pass the title to him." I'd braced myself for outrage. What I didn't expect was — excitement.

Growing up I had heard many fairy tales about vicious stepmother, so I was terrified about being murdered by my dad’s new wife. But Connie wasn’t vicious. She never liked me and Gray very much, but she also never poisoned me or pushed me down the stairs. When I grew up, she gave birth to her own daughter, Leslie. And her attention was shifted elsewhere. So we got to live peacefully in the same room. I always felt that she hated Gray more than she hated me, because of the Alpha position. The line of succession was a bit peculiar in our house. My grandpa, Victor Gibbons, reigned this pack for a very long time. A year ago, before I married to Shadow Valley Pack, I overhead Grandpa talking about

One of the wives comments makes Chantal smile. " No, It's okay. We understand him if he doesn't invite or tell us that he is getting married. It's a battle of succession after all" Chantal softly explained. That makes the wives gasp out of shock and realization. The Battle of Succession will begin soon at the family dinner. And it makes sense of the unexpected marriage of Xander. " He surely want to win the game " " Right, What a pathetic " " He surely likes power and money" " Why he wants to win the succession if he is already a successful businessman"

It slices into me. “I had a lot to lose,” I admit, stepping closer. “A legacy. A line of succession.” My hand hovers near her, but I don’t touch. “Things are different now, I don’t just want a wife, Lo. I need an heir. I want my child to have your face.” The word succession hangs in the air, heavy. I see the shock in her eyes, the way something in her shuts down. The shock in her eyes hardens into something colder, deeper.

“Listen, it isn’t my place to know. In the pack there is a rumour going around of you being fond of me, so they were actually hoping I would be your second-chance mate. As I’m not your mate, they were even thinking you would take me as your chosen mate, and I would leave Fynn, Matt, and Logan for you. This is certainly crazy, but there is far worse that could be happening. So, please don’t worry! I’ll simply take it as a compliment and whenever someone asks me, I’ll say that I don’t know any details.” “Thank you. But I can still confirm that I indeed prepared the pack on ending without a Luna. And I know that they are excited about having you here, and, if I may, I already talked about the s