The Dominant Heirs Novels & Stories

“And now you know you’re the heir of the Ambroise family.” What did he just say? I’ll be living in this unknown place starting today? And the heir of the Ambroise family? I disagree. I can’t just leave my comfort zone just like that. You can’t just leave me this responsibility. “I don’t agree with this,” I argued with my father, but he didn’t care. “You have to listen to me this time,” my father calmly told me, which took me back. His eyes were begging as if there wasn’t tomorrow. “It’s for your protection. Please listen to my selfish request.”

5 billion dollar contract he has his eyes set on. Raising his glass, Mr. Hallow laughed, gazing at his son, and said, "Of course! The Hallow and the Riders are going to become a household name not only locally, but internationally. Now that your daughter is joining our family, we will make sure to take good care of her."

The arrogant Lorie came into the room along with his secretary. Khloe raised her brows at him and his her balled fist. Lorie, the prideful Heir of her second uncle. She hated him to the extreme core and glared at him. “And how are you sure that you are going to win?” “I already have a lead and met with few individuals which promised me that they would get the work done before noon. I know you are trying so hard, baby sister, but you can never out stand me. When it comes to business, you will always be my shadow! ”

"He chose his heir the way he chose everything. By calculation." "He raised you as his son," Rafe said quietly. The first thing he'd said since the question. "He treated you as his firstborn. That wasn't—" He stopped. "He treated me as his heir," Dominic said, with the precision of someone making a distinction that had taken three years to fully define. "Which was not entirely the same thing. But it was also not—" He looked at Rafe. "It was not nothing. He was my father in every way that mattered in practice. I know that."

“To pay someone a visit.” “Who?” Julian hesitated. Then he said it: “Dominic Crane’s daughter.” Aiden looked stunned. “Crane has a daughter?” Julian nodded. “She’s not on the books. She lives abroad. But she visits under aliases. I caught a glimpse of her once, at Harold’s birthday gala. She’s the only person he keeps off the chessboard.” “Why?” Clarissa asked. “Because she’s his queen,” Julian said. “And if I’m right, she’s the key to unlocking how deep this goes.”

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

She can see farther than any other living fae, werewolf or human I’ve ever met. After they took their place as the rulers of WoodLily, Dominic and Tialha had time to reaffirm their love for each other, producing several fae/wolf hybrids. Dominic is a natural leader and their lands have flourished under his guidance and Tialha’s love. They are about ready to step down and let their oldest son take over for them.

She was the center of a storm, the Queen of an alliance that refused to be broken. And as the first limousines began to wind their way up the driveway, the 'Shadow Sovereign's Gambit' entered its final, high-stakes phase. The harvest was coming, but it wasn't Peony who would be doing the reaping. The morning brought the glamour, the silks, and the jewels. It brought the high-society elite and the hidden enemies. But it also brought the truth. The truth that the 'Loser Heir' was the most dangerous person in the room.

The threat my father never spoke of unless drunk and ranting about “ungrateful bastards.” My uncle. Younger than me by a decade, but already a legend. Born of a woman too wild to cage, the Alpha of the neutral territory—a territory Leo had tried to conquer and failed. She bore Dominic as an act of defiance. Raised him not as a son, but as a weapon. A ruler. And when she died, he didn’t grieve. He inherited everything. Territory, influence, power. And Leo, in all his arrogance, tried to reclaim it. Dominic didn’t even show.

Thinking he had neatly sorted out my situation, he strode over me with Selene in his arms, leaving without a backward glance. As they left, the scent of blood filled the room. Only Dominic and I were left in the booth. Dominic. That name echoed through the entire Northern wolf territory. He was the prospective heir of the most powerful Obsidian Pack. He not only possessed a terrifyingly pure Lycan bloodline but was also the empire's ruler, controlling countless business empires. In the world of werewolves, bloodline was law, and he was the king at the top of the pyramid.