Novel & Cerita The Alpha's Unknown Heir

Wow, maybe it wasn't such a good idea sending them to the camp, I thought it would be a while before I would have to explain all this. “Well what they mean by that my love, is that their parents have packs and so do their grandparent's.” I tell them. “So what about your parents and grandparents, were they rogues too?” Xavier asks me. “No, my parents were not rogues. My father, your grandfather is Alpha Thomas Nichols, he's the Alpha of Moon Shadow Pack. When he got married to my mother, she became Luna of Moon Shadow Pack but their marriage didn't last and she left with me and that's how we became rogues.” I explain to them.

"Derek's son, the Alpha. Then she was sleeping around, got pregnant, and when the truth came out she got kicked out." The car pulled out of the school lot. Kael watched the trees slide past. "She was expelled from the pack," Maya said. "For betraying the Alpha's son. Everyone knows. She's not the person she seems." "Who's the father?" Kael asked. Maya hesitated. "I don't know. She never said. Some man she picked up — honestly, it could be anyone. She probably went to that man's pack after she left. Now dumped. Maybe."

“I have something to tell you” Alpha Seven managed to say. Alpha Seven is the heir to the throne of the Alpha, Alpha Cloud of the undefeated wolves. Right there, at night time, he laid gently in the garden with his hands behind his head and his lover, Hazel, lying peacefully on his chest as they watched the stars together.

Two. The first line appeared, dark and bold. The control line. Then, with a slow, devastating clarity, the second line bled into existence. Kael felt the world tilt. The bathroom, the merger, the high-stakes contract—it all felt like it was dissolving into a blurred smear of gray. He wasn't just an analyst anymore. He wasn't the invisible Beta who had climbed the corporate ladder through sheer grit and deception. He was a pregnant Omega, carrying the child of the most powerful Alpha in the city—the man who currently held his career in the palm of his hand.

I pull back and look at her. “He knows, Benedict. Aisling could smell that he’s …” she glances around, making sure we’re alone. I pull her away from the packhouse, away from prying ears. “He knows I’m related to him. There’s only one way I’m related and that’s if I’m Derrick’s daughter. He knows that I’m a true heir.” I slide my hand into her hair, needing to touch her. “What are you going to do?” “Grandpa Waylon agreed that I’m going to take over as Alpha today. We expect Kaelin to return to challenge him. There’s no way he could defeat Kaelin, he’s too old. But if I’m already Alpha, he’ll have to challenge me.”

ONE “Keep reading, Athena.” Alpha James gestured to his daughter, his voice laced with sadness. “...The Nightshade Pack hereby surrenders to the Silver Moon Pack, as of today. Renouncing all claims to our territory.” Athena paused, her brows furrowing and her jaw clenching in anger. “We also submit our titles, including those of Alpha…and Alpha heir…” She choked on her words, swallowing hard as she fought back tears.

Once it cleared though, Marcus's reassuring smile gave me the strength I needed to complete the impossibly long walk. I reached the thrones, and Alpha Damarus stepped forward, holding a white cloth. He stared down at where I stood at the base of the few stone steps that led to the platforms the thrones sat on. "Alexandra, daughter of Alpha Mattias, leader of the Moonridge Pack. Today you stand before my son, Alpha Marcus, heir to the Ashclaw legacy, and swear to remain by his side through his reign and beyond it. Do you swear to follow this oath and face the consequence of breaking it."

His tone carried no strain, only certainty, the kind that made my stomach tighten. “You’re wrong,” I whispered, teeth biting through the words. “He still breathes. And he will rise.” The commander tilted his head, studying me as if I were an insect pinned beneath his boot. His golden eyes glinted through the slits of his mask, unblinking. Then, with unnerving calm, he crouched until his face was level with mine. “Do you know what happens when an Alpha dies without naming an heir?” I didn’t answer, though my chest constricted.

Suzy pushed Quinn backwards, and it looked awkward to watch two ladies fight, so I had to call Suzy to order. “Suzy, she doesn’t know what her father is doing. Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt. I need to know what you know about Alpha Shaw.” I felt relieved that she obeyed me and returned to standing behind me so I could speak to Quinn. “He is the Dreaded Sun Alpha.” I was stunned by what she said because I’ve never heard of a Dreaded Sun Alpha, so what does this even mean? “I don’t know who that is.” “There’s a lot that your father didn’t tell you. Let’s go find your uncle and discuss this with him.”

His nostrils flared, drinking in her scent—the rosemary and the fear, and the underlying sweetness that belonged only to him. "You are the mother of my son," he growled, his thumb brushing against her jawline. The touch was electric, sending shivers racing down her spine. "That makes you mine. Whether you like it or not." "I am not a piece of property, Silas." "In this territory, everything belongs to the Alpha," he said, his voice dropping to a rasp. He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "You think you can just come here, take my medicine, and slip away into the night again? No. You’ve brought the heir home. Now, you’ll stay and play the part."