Romans & histoires The Alpha's Secret Heiress

It just grew more distant and more wrong, like static you could still hear in another room. Rhea slipped fully inside and shut the door behind her. “How bad?” Lyra asked. Rhea lifted her phone, thumb flicking across the screen to bring up a paused video frame. Lyra’s own face stared back at her—eyes hard, stylus mid‑snap, mouth open on *I HAD OUR CHILD.* Underneath, a chyron blared: > BLESSED LUNA’S SECRET HEIR? > > ALPHA VOSS’S HIDDEN SCANDAL EXPOSED

"Your grandfather? You read a magazine article, Anastasia. Don't play the savior for a reclusive Alpha who doesn't even know you exist." The irony was a bitter pill, but I swallowed it without a flinch. He doesn't know, I reminded myself. He thinks I’m a nameless orphan shoved into this political arrangement by the Council to satisfy a treaty. If Draven knew I was the sole heiress to the Nightveil throne the granddaughter Alpha Kutcher Holloway had hidden away to protect from the very vultures currently drinking champagne inside this marriage wouldn't just be strained. It would be a declaration of war.

"The Alpha has been by your side for so many years, how can you be so cruel? Have you forgotten your passion on full moon nights?" "You've spent a whole decade building this sacred bond. Have you forgotten all of that?" "You cold-hearted she-wolf! Don't tell me you're willing to abandon the future Alpha heir in your own womb? You'd rather he become a fatherless pup?" Every eye in the room instantly focused on me. The air seemed to freeze. My mother gasped, nearly losing her footing. "Ember, you're pregnant? You're pregnant and you still want to dissolve the bond?" My father's roar was even more furious. "Madness! Utter madness! You would let the future Alpha heir lose his father?"

She edged behind a potted fern. “Why’d you even come?” Vincent asked, mouth full. “Selene’s orders. ‘Every wolf of breeding age,’ remember?” Lila said slowly wiping crumbs of canapé from her outfit. “Ah, right. You’re here as a chew toy for the Alphas.” He flicked her shoulder. “Cheer up. Worst case, you bond with some crusty elder who croaks by sunrise. Inherit his land. Live deliciously.” “You’re a comfort, Vincent.”

I put all my groceries on the table in my room and took them all out of the grocery bag to make sure nothing was left behind me. "At the lecture site, we will also meet with them. But it doesn't matter as long as we aren't looking for trouble, right?" Wendy lay her body down on my bed. I remembered the thing that my aunt and the others had talked about "Hey, Wendy. I had heard there were some problems in this city,and the councils joined in advising. Is it difficult? I think Alpha has always been firm in its decisions. Unlike my father who is only a beta," I asked.

Because no matter how much pain I suffered there are still good things that happened and I'm grateful for them for the rest of my life. And more importantly, I will be forever grateful for discovering something so forbidden that ended up changing the trajectory of my life. That is, the CEO is an Alpha.

Her closeness with them replenished the memory of her past and painful life. Who would she decide? What dark secrets is the Alpha hiding? What if the secret has to do with her dark past?

Because on top of everything that I have to deal with as a mafia leader, I also have to worry about my status as an Alpha Heir. An unknown, hidden Alpha Heir in a world where no one knows I exist. Where no one knows what I did to stay here. So why does this hit me differently? I clench my jaw, walking to her side to see her face. And all I can see in her eyes is resignation. “I don’t have it,” she says in a barely audible whisper. “I never had anything from him. He told me to come home because he got me a scholarship. I just thought everything was finally working out. . . .”

The moment he tore my clothes and forcefully entered me, he knew, I knew, that the last strings of love that tied me to him snapped into two. “Do you think she’s dead” A voice seeped into my distorted ears. A foot jabbed my stomach twice, “I think not. She’s just… sated” laughter laced his tone at the last word, followed by the ones of his cohorts. “You did well” Another spoke, this time, papery and shaky, somewhat old. The alpha’s mother- a vile woman. “you think she is with child now?” odetta asked. “give it time. Right now, the seed inside her is weaving a baby in her . It won’t be long before she is confirmed with a child. and an heir to the throne.” She chuckled.

"Sir! Over here! Don't pick us-pick her!" I freeze. Her finger stabs the air, pointing me out like prey. Her eyes gleam with malice-payback for the bread I refused, for every time I didn't bow. "She's Celeste," Lyra spits. "Frost Pack's old Alpha's daughter. Pretended to be the real one for eighteen years, but she's just fake. And untouched. Never been used. You want an Alpha's little princess? She's fresh. She's a prize."