The Alpha's Unknown Heir Novels & Stories

I was fully stunned by what she was saying, ‘That means… you’re a…’ ‘An Alpha’s heir,’ she finished, holding herself tall. ‘I… I had no idea.’ She inched closer to me, ‘Don’t lie to me.’ ‘I’m not!’ I said, taking hold of her shoulders, ‘I know barely anything about the former Alpha, no one talks about him, Amelia. All I do know is that the Rieka heir died in that fire,’ I sighed, ‘You apparently died in that fire.’

“It would be better if you complete your duty and give birth to an heir. Don’t keep me waiting for my grandchild.” Heir? Grandchild? I peeked at Alpha’s face quickly and lowered my head again, the inhumane glint in his blue orbs confirmed my suspicion. He was Maddox’s dad! Alpha noticed my curiosity and spoke firmly, “I am Alpha Derrick Miller, omega. Now get up and follow me!”

I watched his retreating back until he disappeared from sight, leaving only the echo of his orders behind. “What was that about?” Betsy whispered, stepping up beside me. “I don’t know,” I lied, my voice flat. It wasn’t because I didn’t trust her. But how could I tell anyone about Sabrina’s wicked schemes? Not yet. Not when the risk was so great. I would never tell Betsy or anyone else that I was being made to sleep with the alpha in order to bear his heir. “I hope you’re not being punished for something,” Betsy murmured as we moved toward the door. She pushed it open and stepped inside, and I followed close behind.

"The Alpha returns. And seeks counsel not of battles, but of shadows." I moved deeper into the room, the scent of dried herbs and old parchment filling my nostrils. "Elder," I began, cutting straight to it. "I have questions, concerning things long past. The Moonstone Pack." Elias was still for a long moment, his gaze unwavering, penetrating. "A name best left unspoken by most," he finally said, his voice flat. "Why does it trouble the new Alpha?" "I've encountered... anomalies. Strange currents. And my instincts tell me there is more to their demise than history records. Were there ever survivors? Any whispers of an heir escaping the massacre?"

I told them bluntly After our talk uncle micheal went to inform the dumbass about my mom but I told him not to say anything about the blood or our suspicions I don't trust him or his pack. While uncle micheal was doing that I called alpha Xander "Hello" he answered "Uncle Xander it's Alessandro my mom was kidnapped I need your help" "What, how long has she been kidnapped and why isn't alpha black helping you" "It's just a couple hours since she's been gone and I don't trust that insect besides someone from his pack is in on it so that's why i called you"

"You’re still here." With a faint smile on his lips, he opened his eyes. "I'm not an Alpha anymore." His voice was scratchy as he replied, "but I’m still me." With her heart bursting with gratitude and love, Lena planted a kiss on his forehead. "That’s all that matters." Alric watched the scene silently, his expression unreadable. Finally, he spoke. "It’s done. The shadows are gone, and the curse is broken." ---

“This child belongs in the Alpha’s house. With him. With me. And Chelsea, of course.” Heat surged in my chest. “I won’t allow that.” She clicked her tongue. “You don’t have a say, darling.” “This is my child.” She leaned in, her fingers brushing my cheek. I flinched back. “You don’t understand what you carry,” she whispered. “Right now, people are cautious, afraid even,but soon they’ll realise.You’re carrying the Alpha’s heir, possibly his only heir.The future of this pack.” I stared at her, feeling the edges of my resolve crack.

The metallic taste of blood coated her tongue, a sharp update of how faraway she'd fallen in a single night. “This is your final chance, Hart.” Caleb's voice was moo, steady—practiced. “Confess, and perhaps the Alpha will reconsider.” She let out a sharp chuckle, in spite of the fact that there was no genuine humor in it. “Confess? To what, Caleb? To adoring the off-base man?” His fingers fixed somewhat around her arm, his jaw clenching as in case holding back a reaction. “To selling out the pack.” Lila turned her head toward him, looking his confront, seeking out for any sign of the warrior she had once trusted—the man who had prepared next to her, battled nearby her, snickered with her. Bu

“I was wondering when you’d come.” “So, you knew I was coming.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I know a great many things, Alpha Vale. I know about your alliance with the Alpha King. I know about your pregnancy. I know about the fox prince in your mate’s infirmary.” He tilted his head. “I even know about the heirloom your parents hid, and the Mad Alpha racing toward it as we speak.” My blood ran cold, but I didn’t let it show. “If you know all that, then you know why I’m here.”

“That’s not self-congratulation. It’s fact. I don’t lead like he did. I don’t want what he wanted. And after what he built almost cost me my life, and almost took my daughter’s… I will not pretend this chair is worth that price.” The word "daughter" rippled through the crowd like a thrown stone. Gasps. Growls. Sharp inhales. He didn’t look up at the balcony. He didn’t need to; every eye followed his line. “Yes,” he said. “I have a child. An unregistered heir. Concealed, because your former Alpha and his allies taught us that Alpha-born pups are bargaining chips. That they can be moved on a board. I let that stand once. I won’t again.”