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“Of course it is! Do you have any older siblings?” “Nope.” “That means you’re an heir!” My shoulders sag as I give him a tired look. If only he knew that was not the case. Rhea is our father’s favorite child, she’s definitely going to be the one to take over as Alpha in the future and also, I don’t even see that happening with me when i'm stuck here — For now. “An heir who’s in the Lycan Harem waiting in line for her turn to serve men.” He goes mute.

Because of what the connection whispered next. The Lost Heir has returned. The words echoed through every part of me. Lost Heir. Not Eighth Heir. Lost. Which meant... The Well Keeper had told me the Seven Heirs were one family. If there was a Lost Heir... Then someone hadn't been added to history. Someone had been erased from it. The hooded figure slowly lifted one hand. The sky above the throne darkened. The fracture across the heavens widened. And a voice, calm enough to chill the soul, carried across impossible distances.

Then the stranger laughed softly. And the first page of the letter suddenly burst into blue flames. Revealing words that had been hidden. Words that changed everything. The bloodline of the First Heir never ended. It became the Reed family. To Be Continued...

The First Heir Returns John’s boots hit the broken stone ground as the Hollow trembled. Light surged around him, wild, ancient, unrelenting. His body pulsed with heat from the Crown, veins glowing faintly beneath his skin. He was no longer just a man, not anymore. He could feel the bloodline stirring. He was the First Heir and the Hollow knew it. Across the altar’s remains, Sarah struggled to rise. Her gown, once white, now stained in ash and blood, clung to her frame. The air between them sparked with threads of power, binding them across a battlefield neither had chosen but both refused to abandon.

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”

“But why are they searching for me… I did nothing to them.” Ophelia paused, then said quietly, “You are the heir. You’re the Alpha of Nightshade.” The word hit harder than anything else. Is he an heir? He felt it… something curled in his chest. Something unfamiliar. His fingers twitched as he shook his head slightly.

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

Nothing. She hurried downstairs, skipping steps, praying to see someone—anyone. When she reached the living room, her stomach twisted. The house was empty. Cars gone. Chairs pushed back in a hurry. Breakfast plates already cleared. Everyone… had left her. Her chest tightened. “No… they didn’t. They wouldn’t.” This was the first major presentation in the Brooks family since the announcement about choosing the next heiress. Her parents had repeated the instructions for weeks: Come early, look bold, show the board your strength.

I wanted to share the news with Damian and bring him with me. My mother agreed. She gave me their numbers and sent me back. I walked home with my heart racing, already imagining his face when I told him everything. But the moment I reached the door, I heard voices inside that made my blood run cold. “Sign it tonight,” Catherine said sharply. Then Damian answered, low and tense, “How am I supposed to explain this to Serena? I’m afraid she’ll refuse to let go.” Catherine’s voice rose at once. “What exactly are you afraid of? You are the only direct heir of the Vale bloodline. This pack is still waiting for your successor. Selene is already carrying a pup. Are you not going to give her proper s