Novel & Cerita The Dominant Heirs

My name was printed neatly next to his at the bottom of every page. "You are insane," I said, dropping the folder back onto the sheets. "You blackmailed me into a hotel room just to hand me a joke? We are rivals, Dominic. We play for different teams. Our franchises hate each other." Dominic turned around. He leaned his hip against the wide glass window, the lights of the city framing his massive shoulders. His dark eyes were cold, devoid of the heat that had filled them when his teeth were pressed against my neck. "It is not a joke," Dominic said. He crossed his arms over his chest. "My father arranged a marriage for me. He picked an omega heir from the coast. Some wealthy family with a ship

I whispered, my stomach twisting. Dominic’s fingers stilled in my hair, then dropped to my chin, tilting my face up. His golden-brown eyes locked onto mine. "You’re the true heir," Dominic murmured, watching my reaction. "The real daughter. Not Rey. Before, she was the only young lady of the Carpenter family. Now? She’s just the adopted child." The words hit me like a slap. "She’ll lose everything," I muttered. "The status, the attention…" "And maybe the inheritance," Dominic added.

After observations from all aspects, this man fit all the criteria—so much so that Adam had long been forgotten. Only Adam was so hung up over this relationship. Ashley had long forgotten the man who had once been infatuated with her and had decided to spend the rest of his life with her. “I know you’re very powerful, but you seem to have some unresolved problems.” Suddenly, an heir to a big family who enjoyed a high status and position stepped forward. All the big families were in competition with each other. Although he was there to attend a wedding ceremony, he did not miss the opportunity to cause trouble.

"Not when it comes to Dominic. Not when it comes to what's mine. People already think they can toy with me, that they can sneak behind my back, that they can touch what doesn't belong to them. But I've made examples before, and I'll make another." "This woman, whoever she is, she'll be the perfect warning. A lesson carved deep enough for everyone else to see." My voice dropped to a whisper, colder than ice. "No one steals from me. Not my man. Not his future. Not his name. If she thinks she's the mother of Dominic Steele's heir, she's delusional. The only heir to that empire will come from me. Me, do you hear? Not some gutter rat whore." The man on the phone didn't answer right away, and I co

Leonardo murmured, his voice lower now, edged in something more than certainty—something deeper. I smirked, exhaling softly. “He already has.” Leonardo reached forward, brushing his fingers lightly over Orion’s hand, watching as our child curled his fist around the offered touch. Power wasn’t just ruled. It was inherited. And Orion had just claimed his place. Elena was gone, but the world didn’t remain silent. A new name surfaced—Dominic Renaud, a strategist from Geneva, a man whose influence stretched across European financial circles, but whose interests now centered on testing the strength of our reign.

“But only one made it into the royal house. The other was declared dead not long after birth.” I stared at the screen, my mind spinning. “You’re saying Dominic isn’t the rightful heir?” “Exactly.” Vex’s smile returned, sharp and knowing. “If this record is real and trust me, it looks legit, then Dominic’s entire rule is based on a lie. He’s not the firstborn, which makes him the wrong Alpha by bloodline law.” I sat back slowly, the revelation hitting like a thunderclap. My hands curled into fists on my knees.

"Forget what happened there, and let’s talk about what’s happening here." "What do you want?!" I shouted in anger. Dominic looked at his bleeding leg, clearly struggling to endure the pain. "Come back to me." He lifted his head and stared at me with eyes blazing with hatred. "Be my son again, and we’ll lead the ElXavier clan together. I can make it bigger if you combine it with my men." "You mean the ones I killed before I got in here?" "They were nobodies," Dominic replied calmly. "My clan is bigger than you think. You will inherit it if you join me and take my last name."

"I'll come back. We'll figure this out. We'll find a way." The Rites of Passage weren't optional—not for a Stonehaven heir. Every alpha-blooded son had to complete the three-month isolation in the northern territories before they could claim their place in the pack hierarchy. It was tradition, ritual, law. Alec had known it was coming since he was old enough to understand what his last name meant. But knowing didn't make it easier. He'd spent weeks trying to find a way around it, some loophole that would let him stay, but his father had made it clear: refuse the Rites, and he'd forfeit his claim to everything—his inheritance, his position, his voice in the Council. He'd become nothing. And i

She dangled her feet on the air. "Hey kiddo, you must be Amanda" she said friendly. "You know me?" I asked as my eyes beamed. She nodded. "Am Taylor, M.C told us about you..." Oh, mrs Carol is m.c I looked at the head of her bed to see a poster of a really hot boy with dreamy eyes. He's so attractive with blue eyes. I was already starting to drool over the hot demi god. "Do you like him? He's mrs Carol's second son. Forget about him, go for his elder brother. He's cute too and the heir to his father's empire. He has a girlfriend but if you get close to him, he might notice you" Taylor said.

“Our tradition, our ancient roots, we bolster them like a mantle because it is what founded our great empire. Our everlasting legacy.” He takes a few steps towards me, but this time I hear them; loud and it pounds on the ground, like stepping unto the accelerator of my heart so it beats even faster. I silence my instincts plead to back away. “Our legacy,” he says pointedly with prominent emphasis. One that implies something. “You and your brothers are Apions. Our blood flows through your veins and all that we have is yours by right. Our home is your refuge.” Confusion pinches the corners of my face. I can see he sees my discomfort.