The Alphas Hidden Heirs Novels & Stories

"You're the rot. You're the Heir!" The construct smiled, a slow, terrifying movement that didn't reach her mirror-eyes. "I am the Heir of what you carry. You fed me your trauma, your betrayal, and your blood. Now, I have come to collect the harvest. The Alphas were the first mistake of the old world. I am the correction." She turned her gaze toward Zane. The air between them froze instantly, the moisture turning into jagged shards of ice. "No!" Rhea shrieked, trying to stand. "Leave him alone! He has nothing left!"

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.

Such a coward. I felt proud of what I did. The Alpha, noticing the tension between I and his unknown son, speaks. “Miranda Ace was just being nice, There is no need to be rude.” He said with a frown. What was he expecting, was I supposed to speak calmly to my enemy.. Ace! His name doesn’t suit him at all. I huffed in response to the Alpha words and he almost got crazy from anger. But who cares? Ever since the death of my mum The pack late Luna, The only thing The Alpha cared about was his so-called heir, He doesn’t care about me neither do I care about him too.

“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.

He shakes his head. "For too long we've been afraid of what this child isn't, what it might mean, I think it's time we acknowledge what it is" be pauses and looks directly into my eyes. "The heir, the future, the child of the most powerful Alpha alive, and we most protect it" Some of the elders begin to nod, eating hungrily out of his palms. "Congratulations Alpha, I don't believe I've Congratulated you since this ordeal started" I nod,an acknowledgement.

“We can’t let the others carry the weight of these ashes. They need to know what was done here. What was hidden.” He looked at her, the silver of his eyes reflecting the pale dawn. “And they will. But they need more than truth now. They need hope. We have to give them that.” A gust of wind stirred the air, lifting embers into the sky. Behind them, Elandra emerged from the blackened threshold of the ruin, a bundle of ancient scrolls cradled in her arms. “These were sealed in a hidden chamber beneath the altar,” she said, handing the scrolls to Aria. “Writings from the first High Alphas. Prophecies. Direct accounts of the forming of the Crimson Fang.”

That it was the womanly thing to do to give up my inheritance to this… manipulator. As the Alphas continued to egg me on, I felt the walls closing in on me. These were the most powerful Alphas in the region, and they were all siding with Kael. I knew that if I didn’t handle this carefully, I could be isolated by all of the Alphas—which would mean no allies, no business deals, no way to support what remained of my pack. I would really lose everything then. Everything. But I couldn’t let Kael get away with this. I wasn’t about to stand here and let him publicly humiliate me.

“The firstborn heir of the Moonrise Alpha wasn’t a prince, Sze. It was a princess. My older sister. She was sent away as a child for her safety during a different conflict, her existence kept secret from almost everyone. The plan was to bring her back when it was time.” The pieces were there, clicking together with a terrifying, inevitable logic. The hidden heir. The political marriage. My common blood. Kairi’s father’s desperation to secure the alliance after the massacre… “The treaty was a promise,” Bianca said softly, her voice barely audible. “A promise between Alpha Thorin and Alpha Gideon. A promise that their bloodlines would be one. That their firstborn children would be…” She didn’t

For a moment I swear he’s going to shift right here in front of the entire pack. Kaelion peeks around my arm, blinking up at him with a strange, quiet fascination. “Mum,” he says softly, tugging my sleeve. “He looks like me.” My heart shatters. Kaelen hears it too. His entire body flinches, his expression cracking for just a breath before the mask slams back into place. The crowd presses closer. Someone whispers, “The Alpha’s heir…” Another mutters, “The prophecy…” Oh no. Not here. Not now.

“The challenge was never properly completed because he disappeared.” “So what does that have to do with me?” “You are his heir.” I felt the words settle heavily inside me. “The old laws are clear. When an Alpha disappears before a claim is settled, his heir may inherit that claim.” Mikka stepped closer. “And if he doesn't want it?” The Alpha looked at her. “Then he surrenders it.” Her eyes narrowed. “To you?” “To whoever is strong enough to claim it.” I looked at him. “So this is what you want,” I said. “You want me to fight for my father's territory.”