The Dominant Heirs นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I need to ensure my position as Alpha, to prevent my brother from taking my place, and also your father’s pack since we just merged it with mine. And Madison...she may be able to give me what you cannot." The cruel implication of his words struck me like a knife to the heart. "What I cannot?" I echoed, my voice filled with pain. "You mean a son, an heir? What if I am also pregnant right now, what will you do about it?" His gaze hardened. "If you are also pregnant, I will tell you to abort the child. I need a male heir to secure my bloodline. I cannot have you birthing only girls, we already have three." A fresh tear slid down my cheek, the pain of his heartless dismissal of our daughters pi

Only precision. Six Years Ago Dominic had not been weak. That had been the problem. He had been decisive. Brilliant. Too independent. When he informed the family he would not proceed with the Caldwell alliance, Serena understood immediately what that meant. Control would fracture. The Hale Trust operated on predictability—marriages negotiated, heirs vetted, succession guaranteed. Dominic was the linchpin of a twenty-year consolidation strategy. His marriage was meant to merge capital, political insulation, and offshore holdings. Instead, he fell in love.

He found himself staring, trying to calculate exactly what kind of lethal creature was hiding behind the ash and how magnificent that silver bloodline truly was. People treated the heir of the Adebayo Dominion like an unyielding monument of stone and terror. But beneath the mafia empire and the blood treaties, he was an apex male who respected raw power and a mate who could match his bite. By some twist of the ancestors, the rogue forced upon him might be the exact challenge he had been searching for.

“My contacts confirm a few hours ago that at least five of Alessandro’s old networks have already resurfaced.” Dominic nodded once, hands slipping into his pockets as he kept his gaze on the grounds below. “They know what’s at stake.” Antonio didn’t hesitate. “Nicholas.” Dominic’s expression softened at the name. Only for a second. “Yes.” He said quietly. “The heir.” Antonio leaned forward slightly on the railing, looking down at the guards below. “Your father’s protocol still stands, Dom.” He said gently. “Even beyond this war. Protect the heir and all future heirs at all costs.”

Then why did he believed so much that his father would choose him as the heir? Rose wasn’t well acquainted with power struggles but she knew the basics. Lady Ashley was the daughter of a nobleman, seeing just how respected Lord Benjamin is, she must have come from a prominent family? Then wouldn’t the Duke choose the son from the more prominent family to be his heir? “I still hate him and I never trusted him,” Dominic explained his hatred clearly. “But the fact that I am the first born will never change. I am the one to continue the lineage and this castle. He doesn’t like me either I’m sure but seeing a glimpse of my face that’s similar to my mother had always been his weakness.”

"Why? Why would you even suggest something like this?" Dominic exhaled slowly, as if he had expected my reaction. His fingers grazed the rim of his whiskey glass before he set it down on the bar with a soft clink. "I need an heir." I blinked. "And?" His sharp gaze locked onto mine. "My father has a legacy—a multi-billion-dollar empire that he intended for me to inherit. But there’s a catch. The board of directors refuses to recognize me as the rightful successor unless I prove I have a stable future. That means a wife and an heir and if I don't, it rules over to my brother"

As I headed downstairs, I could already hear everyone teasing him behind me. Our friend group was surprisingly diverse. Several of us came from wealthy families, but Mel was the only one who actually acted like it. Lyall came from even more money as the Alpha's heir, but years of training had taught him that leadership meant serving the pack, not being served by it. The music grew louder as I approached the bar. "Another round?" the bartender asked with a wink. I nodded. Within minutes, six freshly made drinks sat neatly arranged on a tray. "Need help carrying those?" he asked nervously.

“And Dominic’s raising my son as his heir, giving our bloodline control of one of the most powerful territories in the region. When the time comes, my boy will claim what’s rightfully his.” “Alexander isn’t guaranteed to inherit anything,” I protested. “Debbie has stronger bloodline claims through her mother’s heritage. Pack law doesn’t automatically—” “Pack law recognizes male heirs when given the choice,” Nick interrupted smoothly. “Debbie is a girl, which makes Alexander Dominic’s legitimate successor.” I suddenly had an epiphany. Using our affair to position his child for ultimate power within pack society hadn’t been an accident—it had been the goal from the beginning. “You’ve thought a

I couldn't put it off any longer. "Brinley, I told you I don't need an heir to the throne." "Xander What if I told you, that you already do?." Xander looked taken aback but then shook his head. "Dominic is not Blood, he could never be the heir to this Kingdom. I love him Brinley as if he was my own, because you adopted him. " I shook my head. "I didn't." I muttered low. Xander arched his brow. "What do you mean you didn't?."