The Alpha King’s Secret Heir Novels & Stories

’ He was the only one whose mind remained shut to her gift. “From this day forward, you belong to me. But your fate will depend on how well you serve me… and how loyal your heart remains.” She swallowed hard, forcing her trembling voice to respond. “Yes, Your Majesty.” Then the Alpha King soon dismissed the pack members. Althea stood to leave as well, but his voice stopped her. “Come with me.” Biting her lower lip, she followed him in silence as he led her to her father’s hidden chamber. Once inside, Gavriel turned to face her with an icy stare sharp as a blade.

It was just a vessel for his desires, no matter how much they paid. “Alpha’s portion?” I asked, feigning curiosity. He nodded, smiling like I was a fool. “Don’t tell anyone this,” he warned, his voice low. I leaned in, listening carefully. “We all know the Alpha is heirless. He’s tried with so many women, but nothing. Recently, he invited a witch. She prepared a spell for him, a potion. The woman who drinks it and sleeps with him will get pregnant. It’s a one-time use only.”

“What did you say?” “I said no.” The bond surged, hot and sweet. “You want Vera? Marry her yourself. Lila’s my mate.” “Alpha,” she corrected icily. “You’re not just a boy f**king his way through the servant’s quarters. You’re responsible for hundreds of lives. Or have you forgotten?” “Funny.” He grabbed his jacket, voice rising. “I don’t recall voting you eternal dictator.” “You insolent—” “You’re terrified!” he roared, chest heaving. “Terrified, I'll be happy. Terrified I won’t need you anymore—”

But I could see he was hesitating to answer me in front of his advisor. Angel: It's okay, you can talk to me in my head. Alexander: I'm not a knight, Angel, it's just a disguise. Angel: A cover? Alexander: Yes, I'm the heir to the throne, Prince Alpha. Angel: What? Alexander: I'm the future king, my angel, and you are my queen. Angel: I'm going to faint. Carl: Hey you two, is it possible for me to join your conversation? I looked at the man and sighed.

Lila's POV It couldn't be him. I stared at the screen while Wendy waited on the other end of the line. King Kael's face filled the frame, and yes, the jawline was sharp and the hair was dark and the eyes were cold in a way that reminded me of Luca when he shut the world out. But half the wolves in this country had dark hair and sharp jaws. It didn't mean anything. From what I know, Alpha King Kael may have a reputation for being ruthless, but anyone who's actually paid attention knows he's one of the most disciplined and duty-bound rulers this country has ever seen.

I could hear the whispers that rented in the air. “Is he announcing the heir?” “I heard the Moon Heiress is his child. No one has ever seen her. Could it be that she’s back?” My face beamed with smiles as my father, the Alpha King walked up to the platform with his assistant behind him. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for gathering here tonight. It’s time I introduce you all to the new Alpha of Moon Royal Pack, and the Moon heiress of the werewolf clan.” He started with a wide smile on his face.

The truth did not descend gently. It clicked into place with the finality of a locking bolt, a seismic realignment of every fact of her existence. The air in the mirrored hall seemed to thicken, pressing in on Luna as the magnitude of the words settled into her bones. Daughter of the Alpha King. The lost heir. Not a mistake. Not an accident of birth. A legacy.

His voice is final, an Alpha’s decree. My chest seizes. “You don’t get to decide—” He slams his fist onto the table, wood splintering. Kaelion startles, pressing into me. Kaelen’s voice roars like thunder. “He is my son! My heir! And I will not let him out of my sight again!” I rise slowly, clutching Kaelion close, my own wolf snarling in defiance. “And I will not let you destroy him the way you destroyed me.”

I leaned against the car window, staring at the encrypted message on my phone. It was from Leon, the most trusted Beta of my father—the Alpha King who ruled all the packs in North America. "Lady Valerie, the Alpha King has reserved the last three days for the Heir Declaration. The private jet is on standby. He is waiting for you to come home." Three years ago, to escape the powerful Alpha Silas Thorne—the fated mate the Moon Goddess had chosen for me—I stubbornly believed I should be the one to choose my own mate.

He clears his throat and tries again. "You don't need to apologize, princess." Her brows come down as she frowns at the mention of princess. "I'm not a princess." "You are." "No, I'm not." "You are," he says, with a gravity that's almost comic. "My daughter is a princess in these packs. Since I'm the Alpha King." Isa stares at him. She looks at me, her face scrunched in confusion, then back at him, and I watch the question forming behind her eyes: ‘King? Princess? Packs?’