The Abandoned Heiress, Alpha's Beloved Mga Nobela at Kwento

We already lost our glands hundreds of years ago. I kept calm and took in more deep breaths. She noticed me leaning on the kitchen door frame, staring at her. I kept it cool like I was waiting for her to notice me. "Glad you noticed. We need to talk, sit this down on the sofa." Lia was clueless. "About...?" "Avalia Lunne, the Lost Heiress." I went down the kitchen table and dropped a 10-page backstory of her fake life. "Remember this by heart."

Then an old woman in a pinafore dress walked in carrying a tray. “I know you are hurt, I am really sorry. The Alpha sent me here, he said I should take out your pup” My heart skipped hearing those words. No! Please no!, fresh strands of tears came rushing down my cheeks, I could feel my heart shattering into pieces. loudly I burst into tears again. My chest heaving. No! I didn’t want to lose my pup. I have risked my dear life for it already, why can’t he just spare me, how could he be so heartless to trash his own blood. Does that guy even have a heart?

The headline was in bold. ¶ BLIND ITEM: Which billionaire Alpha heir has been spotted playing house with a low-bred Omega bartender and her conveniently-timed pup? Sources say the heir recently tossed aside a high-profile engagement to a well-connected Alpha family in favor of his new... acquisition. Friends close to the jilted fiancée are calling it what it is: calculated entrapment by a financially destitute Omega who used the oldest trick in the book. A trap child.¶ I read it again.

That was the last thing she ever said to me before she disappeared. Then three days later, news hit every pack channel: "Supreme Heiress Summer Varye abdicates. Crown passes to Garett Blackthorn" Overnight, she went from throne to trash. From valuable to void. My Beta laughed: “Alpha, you bought a crownless doll.” I didn’t laugh. I don’t bluff. And I don’t let vows break, even when the prize rots. “Find her,” I told him. “Contract says she’s mine. Death doesn’t void it.”

Focus. Alpha King snarled, obviously stopping me from saying anything but it didn’t stop me from my curiosity. The man looked down on me, his lips curled into a smirk. “ I don’t care who you are, lady. But you’re definitely worth it in my time. Take care with your buddies, our alpha will soon make his presence known in this….estrange pack,” he replied with arrogancy before locking the cell and commanding his other soldiers to go away with him. I was annoyed when I heard the Tri-Alpha laugh at me. Did he just humble me? Damn. That’s my first time using the card of being the Erebus heiress but I think it's not worth it. And it’s also not useful.

"I know what you've done." "Yes, and I regret it immensely." I knelt before Tyler showing my submission and sorrow. "But listen to me little Alpha, this is not the way to go. There's a better way, another way that wont take away your will." "There is no other way." The wicked hag echoes twisting my words. How the hell is she even alive? They were all supposed to be dead. Dead. Hung, burnt or mauled whatever it took to eradicate them yet here one stood in her shriveled glory attempting to swindle the last Alpha heir he had of his rights.

“You were elated after I was done. Don’t even try to deny it.” She nodded at one of the girls who more than eagerly added another fire below him. “Oh, fuck,” he cries out. “That is my sister!” The soft growl was followed by a loud groan and a curse. I didn’t know what she did to him but he clearly didn’t like it. All the other girls did though. “You have an hour or so more, alpha. It is almost all out.” Amelia said to me, finally addressing me without so much venom in her tone.

No. “Then, she disappeared without a trace. Abandoning the pack and leaving her studies. I was devastated when I found out but I thought her leaving was for the best. I'd thought it was over, but now she’s back. With the audacity to walk these halls like one of you…” She sniffled dramatically, dabbing at eyes— playing out the part of the heartbroken wife flawlessly and drawing out the compassion and sympathy of the audience. "...to continue her education here as if nothing happened.” Was that an actual tear? Goddess, she was good. “In clearer terms, this… is the reason the Alpha refuses to have an heir with me. Because of her. Because of this self centered home wrecker.”

The Justiff Era was owned by the Devil himself. An Alpha rogue wolf, who had all the blood of rogues in his DNA for more than six generations. Every heir was an Alpha, though to live amongst omegas, they take suppressants. My father once had a cross with him, and while I didn't know the details, I wouldn't have expected it to end this well. Theoden must be the current head after his grandfather died. Which should mean he had the blood of seven or eight Rogue Alphas. He definitely had every right to be arrogant and mannerless. Handsome, wealthy, powerful, and just the name of his syndicate made people piss their pants. As long as he didn't affect the packs, he could do anything he wanted.

I truly wanted to know who this important female was— this female who the Alpha Queen held in high regard. The Prince smiled weakly now. “Well, Abasha is the same girl I was supposed to marry and mark earlier this season— I was supposed to wed her if I, once again, didn't find my mate on the full mating moon, but then I found you.” He said and smiled weakly again. I smiled weakly too. I recalled he told me about this predicament when we had met weeks ago in the pub house before we had left to go find a bed in our tipsiness.