The Consortium's Heir Novels & Stories

But at the same time, I become wary about the future. My father just said I was the heir to this family. But I do not know anything about the underground world. Also, I’ve almost died twice now. The necklace. I left it back in the other house. If I’m allowed to pack my clothes. I’ll keep that necklace and ask what is it really about. I don’t think it’s just a normal necklace that Hannah wore.

As Kyle filled Antonette in on everything he knew about the family, Antonette listened patiently, raising an eyebrow here and there at certain interesting pieces of information. Once Kyle was finished, they got into analyzing what he had said. “Since it depends on everyone’s own power and ability, you still have a good chance, Kyle,” Antonette said reassuringly. Kyle scowled, still doubtful of their success. “To some extent, you’re right. But most of the financial resources and power of our family are under the control of Brian's father. It is difficult for me to stand out. Moreover, Brian is the default inheritor.” Antonette grinned evilly.

Most of all. He remembered becoming the father of the child she had just fled the pack to protect. And for the first time in his life... The future Alpha of the pack broke.

"So you married someone else? Quinn, what did those seven years apart even mean?" Quinn looked at me, her expression settling back into calm. "Conrad… You must understand I'm the heir to the Summers family. I have my own duties. Hector and I are on the same level, and our marriage benefits both families. Hector said that as long as you behave, he can turn a blind eye and let you stay by my side.

"Kaelen doesn't want me to feel wronged, so he's decided to hold a Grand Naming Ceremony for our son tomorrow. It's a historic event, I know, and as the former mate, you should come and give the heir your blessing, right?" A Mating Ceremony? My head snapped up to look at Kaelen. In our pack, standing at the altar to name the heir was a sacred rite reserved only for the Alpha and his true Luna. By doing this with her, he wasn't just acknowledging the child; he was publicly declaring to the Moon Goddess that she was his partner in life and legacy. Then what was our bond? My stare seemed to make him uneasy. He squared his shoulders defensively.

Corey answered simply. “That depends on whether he remains our ally.” ⸻ The Consortium Realizes Deep beneath the Alps, the five Consortium leaders gathered once again. Dennis Rothchild stared at the screen in disbelief. “Apple.” “Ford.” Chad Kirk leaned forward. “You’re saying he owns them?” Rothchild nodded slowly. Howard Johnson slammed his fist against the table. “That man is supposed to be dead.” James Heiden spoke quietly. “If these acquisitions are really his…” Shawn McCart finished the thought.

c: All Trust decisions regarding the heirs are subject to the final veto of the Foundation Chair, provided the Chair is the biological mother. He had given her the veto. He had given the board the appearance of control, but he had hidden the kill-switch in her hand. She stared at the note, the confusion and the anger swirling into something else—something that felt dangerously like hope. But before she could process it, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. The contract you signed has a second copy, Isabella. One Dante didn't show you. Ask him about the 'Geneva Buyback' agreement.

"You think because you’ve crawled back into his bed that you belong here? You are a stain on this family’s history." Julian stepped forward, his presence suddenly suffocatingly dominant. He pulled Elara even closer, his hand splayed across her lower back in a way that was undeniably sexual. "Careful, Father," Julian purred, though his eyes were lethal. "That 'stain' is the mother of my heirs. And considering I just transferred sixty percent of my personal shares into a trust for Leo and Mia, she’s actually the most powerful person in this room. You might want to be nicer to the woman who owns your board seat."

And it had assumed Beatrice Whitmore would always be there to contain the fallout. That assumption was now failing. As he stepped into the corridor, he caught sight of Lillian speaking quietly with Nathaniel near the study. Their posture was aligned, not defensive. Marcus paused. She was not grieving anymore. She was calibrating. That, more than any document he had uncovered, told him the truth. The consortium had misjudged their timeline. They believed the past could be buried indefinitely. They had not accounted for inheritance that arrived not as privilege, but as resolve.