The Duke Wants To Have An Heir Novels & Stories

Rhode feigned. “We have a letter from Duke Fulher, your majesty.” “I told you not to call me that. What does the old man want this time?” Duke Fulher was the father of Mirabel Fulher, the widow of his late brother, Michael who was first in line to the throne. Ever since the disease wiped out his family, Duke Fulher expected Rhode to wed his daughter, as no one would want to marry a woman that had already been defiled. A tradition that irritated Rhode, to put it lightly.

Face squashed into the bedding, he mumbled something she couldn’t understand. She rolled over, her arm draped over his back and her hand on his ass. “What did you say?” He turned his head. “You can tell me what you want now. I’m pretty sure I’d sign over the house to you at this point.” She gave his ass a squeeze and went silent for a moment. “I want to have a baby, Duke, and I want you to be the father.” Nuzzling into his shoulder, she bit her lip and waited for his response. First, nothing, then his eyes grew wide and he pushed up like a shot. “What? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“If only you did not cheat on him, he could not have thought of another woman. He used to be head over heels towards you but because it was easy for you to spread your legs, everything we all did is in vain. If you are not going to become the empress, then you better go and kill yourself!” Duke Hagan glared at Sir Vlachos. “As one of the emperor’s advisers, you should be controlling him and not the other way around,” he snarled before storming out of the room. Duke Hagan had been preparing his daughter ever since she was young to become the empress. He would never accept anyone to replace her, especially when the replacement was someone who was not even from their empire. When he reached the

He suggested they might join forces. Duke’s jaw tightened. He rubbed his temples with his fingers. He looked much older than thirty in that moment. The weight of his title seemed to be crushing his shoulders. “God, Jeremiah,” Duke muttered. “Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I had not been born first. I never asked to be the heir. I never asked for any of this. Some mornings I wake up and just want to walk away. I want to leave the name and the pack behind and never look back.”

More than just the things he’d learned from watching her all that time. He wanted the intimacy that came from open and forthright communication. The lifelong connection it could forge. A bitter pang twisted his stomach. He wanted what she’d had with her dead husband. His thoughts jarred abruptly when the villa burst into furious life, and Duke was on his feet beside the bed in a flash. Caitlyn gave an annoyed groan and rolled into the warm spot he’d vacated, one slender hand searching the bed for him. “Duke?” she called softly into the darkness.

I took a deep sigh and then said, "Uhm, A pleasant day to you, our deity. I am the heiress of Vamparia, Celestine Duke, and I came again to this place to ask for your favor." My voice was echoing all over the place, the silence was very loud, and it was killing me inside. "I ask to have a gift. It was said in the books that I was born because of your favor. You have given my mother a gift to be able to conceive a child just like humans. And now I am here. As an heiress, I desire to have an extraordinary gift that can have a contribution in ruling Vamparia as part of the royal family." I continued in between spaces. There was no response at all, and I am starting to be confused. Why have I be

"What is it, Jasper?" "In precisely six months, I'm thirty-five, my father changed his will, put riders in; it now says that I must be married by the time I reach that birthday. If I'm not, I don't get the money, my mother can't stay in the manor, and Henry will give the properties, to my long lost half-brother who will also take on the dukedom, and if they can't find him, it will probably go to the fucking dog's home." he shook his head in disbelief. "You weren't here when he was alive; we used to have incredible rows about my not being responsible for the whole heritage thing. He thought that being an artist was not a responsibly good enough day job for being a Duke, even though I constan

“Tell him I’m coming.” I wiped my hands and went to the living room. Duke stood there, looking serious. “What do you want, Duke?” I asked, arms crossed. “I want to talk.” We sat down. He didn’t waste time. “I want us to get married, Skye. The council is favoring Ryker more because he’s about to have an heir. His bloodline will continue and his pack will grow. I’m also having a child but no one is noticing me.” I scoffed. “That’s because you’re a bad person, Duke. You only care about yourself.”

"My cousin is, I am afraid, next in line of succession. There is nothing I can do about that." "Except sire an heir," Adeline said promptly. "Or two or three. It seems like an expedient solution." "I have no desire to find myself shackled to a faithless woman for the rest of my life, and I've seen nothing in a marriage that would make fathering an heir desirable reason for undertaking such an event." "You could always make Levington your heir," the duchess said after a moment. "Provided he turns out well. He looks to be a competent young man, though a bit hotheaded."

Duke kisses her lips. Emma wraps her arms around him, and they roll so he is on top of her. Emma spreads her legs and Duke settles between them. His hands gently caress her body. Emma lifts her hips to grid his growing erection. “Don’t leave,” Duke whispers as he kisses her jaw and neck. “I have duties,” Emma moans as Duke massages her breasts. “We have a duty too,” Duke says. “We have to make an heir. The faster we make an heir, the faster we can retire.”