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“What the hell are you talking about? I wasn’t shot in my manhood,” he shouted. The man was Brian William, first heir to his family fortune. Although he had been in elite education since a child and had always been taught to conceal his real emotions, Brian couldn’t help cursing as he spoke with this young physician. He put his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath to calm himself down. Brian couldn’t hurt this doctor. After all, he was the last doctor specializing in men’s health that Brian hadn’t visited.

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.”

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

There was always something. "From who exactly?" "We don't know yet." That wasn't encouraging at all. Kael took the paper, his eyes scanned through it. Immediately, his expression changed. "What?" Zara asked looking at him for answers. He handed her the note instead to read for herself.Only one sentence had been written. *The heir has been found.* Zara stared at the words, her pulse quicken. The heir again, that word kept appearing in her head. "The letter from the outpost," she whispered.

“He used to talk about you like you were magic. Said he was waiting to find you. That he'd seen your face in dreams. He worked with Selena. They planned to get you out together. He said… You were everything.” My throat closed.= I flipped the book open. Page after page, filled with my face—sketches, charcoal outlines, water-stained smears. My hair, my mouth, my eyes. One word kept repeating under every drawing in a childlike scrawl: The Heir. Heir of what? I turned more pages, the English shaky and broken. Ancient symbols and names I didn’t recognize. A bloodline. A clan. Kitusiko. Another page. A rough sketch of a birthmark.

“I thought we decided to not celebrate the mixed species couple.” “Who is your alpha?” Elias growled from behind me. “You sir.” Hugo nodded and I saw a flash of fear in him as he cleared his throat straightening his back. “However-” “Freya Wallace is the heir to the Wallace trusts and empire. She wishes to express desire for how the funds will be used. So you'll sit there, shut up, and listen.” Oddly enough he didn’t sound forceful, he sounded almost like he was unsure of himself.

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."

"The Heir is a reset, Blaze. It wants silence. You have to find the one thing that is louder than the void. You have to find the sound of the heart that hasn't been emptied." "I don't understand," Blaze said, reaching for her one last time. "Tell Ash..." Rhea’s voice began to fade, her form becoming more and more transparent. "Tell him that the grey in his eyes is a lie. Tell him that the love didn't go into me... it went into the Heir. The Heir is holding his love hostage. That’s why it’s so powerful. If he can take it back... if he can force himself to feel again... the Heir will shatter."

Inside was a folded paper. The original contract. He held it out. She stepped forward, but Lorenzo blocked her. “I’ll take it.” “No,” Adrian said. “She has to.” Reluctantly, Lorenzo stepped aside. She took the paper, opened it, and read. There, at the bottom, in a different pen: “Should the child born of blood be claimed, she shall inherit not only the debt—but the empire.” She looked up, voice trembling. “What is this?” Adrian’s eyes were haunted. “It means you weren’t a sacrifice. You were the heir.”