Novel & Cerita The Alpha's Secret Heiress

An Alpha Princess. The phrase repeated in his mind like a broken record, mocking him. The girl who always wore oversized sweaters to hide her frame, the girl who quietly took notes in the back row of advanced pack tactics while the elite heirs sat upfront bragging about their lineages she was the true bloodline of the Crescent Pack. The pure, unadulterated lineage that his own father had spoken of with reverent envy during pack councils.

"The whole team saw it." "Ah." She set down her nail file. "That explains a lot." I looked at her. "What does that mean?" "It means our dear Alpha is a possessive idiot." Tasha leaned back against her bed. "He doesn't like sharing you, Cressida. He's never had to share you before. Niko was gone. You were his. Now Niko is back, and you're hugging him, and Lucian's wolf is losing its mind." "That doesn't give him the right to shout at me."

“I will manage everything even after you support Fynn, just like I am managing everything now… I will make sure that he won't deny what he has already promised, and you can trust me. Because in return I also want a promise from you.” Alpha looked at her with suspicion, but asked; “Promise? What promise do you want from me?” “That no matter what, you will get me married to him after you get everything–” “Deal! But for that I don't want any secrets to stay between us! So now be a good girl and tell me everything in complete detail, about how, where and when you have managed to get supreme Alpha in your hands…! And how he has forgotten everything and is now ready to go against his own brother.

The falling dust suspended in the air. I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper. “Then... whose seal is it?” Our mother looked from the First Alpha to me, tears streaming endlessly down her pale face. “It is the Mark of the Heir.” An icy chill swept through my veins, freezing the breath in my lungs. “The heir... to what?” The First Alpha stepped forward through Damon’s body, his crimson-tinged eyes fixed on mine with a look of terrifying, triumphant pride. “The heir to the First Seat,” he purred.

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.

“You work and live in this mansion, so I'm not buying it that none of you saw her as she was leaving," There were murmurs among them. “Who was the last person she was with last night?" I asked. No one came forth, but they were all still murmuring to each other. “Silence," my voice boomed in the hall. "It seems you know something but are still concealing it. Don't mess with me. I could see to it that you and your family gets punished,” "It was me Alpha,” a girl said, stepping forward. She was the same girl that came to my training ground with Doctor Elena.

If Derek is texting me at 6:30 AM, something is on fire. *Emily. Don’t look at the Bianca Torres blog. Call me first.* Which means I immediately look at the Bianca Torres blog. The headline is a fist to the throat. **EXCLUSIVE: Alpha Blackwood Spending Nights at Secret Baby Mama’s Apartment — Sources Say Romance Is Back On**

“But why are they searching for me… I did nothing to them.” Ophelia paused, then said quietly, “You are the heir. You’re the Alpha of Nightshade.” The word hit harder than anything else. Is he an heir? He felt it… something curled in his chest. Something unfamiliar. His fingers twitched as he shook his head slightly.

I hacked into the pack network and permanently wiped all my personal and medical files. I threw every piece of clothing in my closet that carried my scent straight into the high-temp incinerator. I didn't leave so much as a single strand of hair in this house. It wasn't until the third day that Sienna sent another photo. In it, she was wearing a ridiculously lavish white gown, a cheap replica of a Luna tiara resting on her head. "The Alpha promised me a title," her text flaunted like a winner. "Today, he's throwing a secret, temporary mating ceremony for me at the new manor in the Neutral Zone. Thanks for stepping aside."

His gaze shifted toward me. "There are things about her that you don't know” he said. Daniel looked at me then back at him. "What things?" He asked. "Secrets” Alpha Kael answered. I swallowed. The word made my stomach twist. Daniel folded his arms. "And those secrets supposedly mean she can't leave the estate?" "They mean that there are people who would use her” he said. "Use her for what?" Daniel asked. Alpha Kael's voice became colder. "You don't need to know” he said,