The Alpha's Hidden Heirs Novels & Stories

I barely recognized Kade in his formal clothes, standing straighter than usual, more careful, though his eyes found mine immediately and softened just slightly, a private reassurance meant only for me. "Alpha Ashford," my father said, extending a formal greeting. "Thank you for meeting on short notice." "When my son insists something is urgent," Alpha Ashford replied, "I've learned to listen." His gaze moved to me, studying carefully, though not unkindly. "So this is the Royal Pack's hidden heir." "Nadia," my father said. "My daughter, and the first female Alpha born to our bloodline in three generations." A murmur passed through both groups of advisors, though Alpha Ashford himself simply n

She held herself perfectly still—the stillness of someone who had practised being mine. My gut twisted. “Tonight,” Elder Rowan intoned, voice honeyed and sharp, “you take your Luna. Tonight you anchor Red Moon.” Recce prowled behind my ribs, claws dragging bone. Not her. Not anyone but ours. Break their stage. Break their necks. I forced him down. Mira’s eyes gleamed. “We have indulged patience. The allied houses ask why our Alpha hides behind human empires. The Beta’s daughter is strong. She will hold a crown without trembling.”

"A rogue wolf. One we believed dead. She has awakened a powerful bloodline and now hides among the Direwolves in the northern territories." More murmurs. Louder now. "This rogue murdered your brothers," Jasper continues. "Killed them without mercy or reason. She poses a danger not just to our pack, but to all pack law. To the natural order." Serenya stands, moving to Jasper's side. "She also holds something that belongs to the Alpha. His son. His heir." Gasps echo through the hall. "The Alpha has an heir?" someone asks. "Yes," Jasper says. His voice is tight with barely controlled emotion. "A son I didn't know existed until recently. A son this rogue has kept from me. Raised among outcasts a

"But this place? The West Wing? It’s a golden cage. You’re trapped here. Safer than the servants' quarters, maybe, but still trapped. And the moment someone finds out what your daughter really is... it won’t matter how much Xander wants to help. The Council will come. They always do." He paused, eyes flicking to the door like he expected someone to burst in. "I’ll keep your secret," he said finally. "For now. But don’t trust anyone. Not the servants. Not the guards. Especially not Xander. He’s the Alpha. If it comes down to choosing between your daughter and his Pack—between one little girl and the safety of hundreds—he’ll choose the Pack every time. That’s what Alphas do." He unlocked the d

“I’ve heard what happens when someone tries to separate mates. I like my bones where they are.” Sam hesitated, then looked at me sharply. “We let you out, you give us cash.” I snorted. “No honor amongst jail guards. Fine.” Elias shoved the key into the lock and turned. The mechanism unlocked the door with a beautifully dissonant sound— I burst forward like a shot, up and out of the basement in record time—and back down. My aunt wasn’t the only one hiding a secret tunnel. When I was younger, and my father actually took the time to educate his heir, he revealed Alpha secrets passed down from one son to the next, including that the Council had its own sprawling system, accessible through a blan

I tell her. “What is it with the both of them and keeping secrets? Those secrets destroyed our family.” She says and I know she's referring to Reagan. “So when my dad told me about the agreement, well I knew there was no way I could become Alpha because he was wrong.” “What are you talking about?” She asked me looking confused. “I can't become Alpha because you have a living heir, I'm sorry I kept this secret from you, but I had to keep my word to Reagan.” I tell her and I see as tears well up in her eyes at the mention of her daughters name.

I had overheard them talking, and their words had stayed with me ever since. “Luna Everleigh hasn’t given Alpha Theo an heir yet. What’s her use?” “Alpha Theo needs a strong alpha bloodline. She’s failing him.” “She’s just a useless miscreant who got lucky. Who knows what she must’ve done with her body that she hasn’t been able to reproduce.”

“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.” My mind raced as I processed his words. “What woman?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “The Alpha’s sister is supposed to prepare a virgin for him. The potion is the key. It’s how the Alpha will recognize her.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The man who had destroyed my pack, murdered my parents, and sold me into slavery was going to get a chance at an heir. I had to stop it. I wouldn’t let it happen. I took action immediately. Stealing th

“Don’t call me that.” “If you weren’t my best friend and my Alpha King, I would have slit your throat right now,” he growled. “I know.” I chuckled and walked over to the wooden box on the grass, grabbing a bottle of water. I sat down as Kyle joined me, both of us breathing heavily. After a moment of silence, he asked, “The two pretty ladies and the kid… why did you bring them here? The whole palace is already buzzing with rumors.” I clenched my jaw. “I told you… I found my heir. The woman who fainted is his mother. The other lady is her human friend.”

"Haven't shifted in twenty years. Not since the night I carried you through three territories, blood still wet on your pajamas, your mother's scent fading from your skin." The brewery was dark except for candles arranged in a careful pattern. Not supernatural, just practical. The power had been cut. We were alone in a building that smelled of hops and secrets. "You saved me that night." "I failed to save everyone else." Beth moved to an old wooden chest I'd never seen before, hidden behind fermenting tanks. "Your mother was my Alpha. My friend. My sister in every way that mattered except blood." She opened the chest. Inside: photographs, documents, a small pink blanket stained with brown tha