The Heir Cast Novels & Stories

"Kaelen doesn't want me to feel wronged, so he's decided to hold a Grand Naming Ceremony for our son tomorrow. It's a historic event, I know, and as the former mate, you should come and give the heir your blessing, right?" A Mating Ceremony? My head snapped up to look at Kaelen. In our pack, standing at the altar to name the heir was a sacred rite reserved only for the Alpha and his true Luna. By doing this with her, he wasn't just acknowledging the child; he was publicly declaring to the Moon Goddess that she was his partner in life and legacy. Then what was our bond? My stare seemed to make him uneasy. He squared his shoulders defensively.

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.

The sound sliced through the bar so sharply every bottle behind the counter cracked. Damien drove it backward toward the broken window, half-shifted and bleeding, fury carved into every line of his body. The creature’s silver eyes found mine one last time. Its mouth split into a smile. Not defeated. Satisfied. Then it spoke out loud. The words scraped through every person in the room. “The heir bleeds for humans.” Silence fell. Corey stared up at me. Maggie’s hand was still over mine. Damien stopped moving. The creature laughed once.

Next slide. Unified Heir Training Program “At age fourteen…” I continued, “…all heirs will spend their summers at the Asher estate.” Murmurs again. “They will learn the business.” “Understand operations.” “Build relationships across branches.” I paused. “No heir will grow up isolated.” That line hit. Hard. “No heir will grow up unaware.” Another. “And no heir will grow up unprepared.” Silence. Because they understood. What I was really saying. No more weak heirs.

The moment my mother in-law uttered that word, I coughed so hard and almost choked on the food I was eating. The Heir reveal is like a ritual that every legitimate son of the Seattle's must partake in to be legible for a part in the will of Mr Seattle. This was like a dream come true for Kai since he was the only one without a child amongst his brothers and to add to his joy, he's the first to have a male child.

Hailey, his half-sister chimed in, "and not only that but also an estate in Santorini." For a very long time, the half-siblings have been sworn enemies especially since the throning of He ctor as heir of the company. Although, with a year gap between each one of them, the rightful heir was meant to be Jaden, her brother and a senior to Hector. But for some reason best known to their father, Hector was assigned the position instead. And for as long as the reason remained, Hector would continue to be Heir and CEO of the company. "Are you saying I don't have the right to own homes or a yatch if I wanted to? I am a CEO, Hailey," he sneered stressing on the title, "CEO of this company."

So begrudgingly, the heirs were sent to Bloodmoon to learn under the Bloodmoon leaders alongside Sage. The Beta Heir, Christian Isaksen, is a twenty-year-old brunette boy with a gentle personality. The Gamma Heir, Elton Almstedt II, is an eighteen-year-old blonde jokester of the trio. The Delta Heir, Otto Akselsen, is a nineteen-year-old broody raven-haired boy. They’d been apprehensive about us, especially me, when we first met them. It took a few days to dispel preconceived notions based on what their fathers and most grandfathers told them about us and Bloodmoon. Despite their different personalities, it was good to see them start to bond with Sage over the months.

“There is no Heir coming to save us, we are what we have! We are our own saviours. We fight for ourselves. There is no prophecy—” Her father pulled her aside, pushing her into the arms of one of his subordinates. The subordinate pulled her to a side where she finally cried. Tyrek wouldn't have allowed his daughter to talk for so long but he was shocked by this news that she had conveyed. The Heir was dead? That wasn't what the prophecy promised! His wife didn't die for something as weak as this! His eyes found the Priest who was on the floor, holding an injured hand. The light in his eyes had faded away.

“You’re not ready for this.” She folded her arms. “Try me.” Something in his expression shifted—less ice, more storm. “You think this firm is just a law office?” he said. “We sit on ancient courts. We settle blood feuds older than your textbooks. I don’t run a business, Zara. I run a kingdom.” She stared at him. Her mouth parted slightly, but no words came. “The Heir Trial,” he continued, voice low. “It’s not ceremonial. It’s a fight for leadership. For the right to shape the future of the Five Clans.”