The Heir He Denied Novels & Stories

“You’re not ready for this. We’re not ready for this. You think I want a baby? Hell no.” I could see the confusion, the hurt in her eyes, but I couldn’t afford to back down now. She had to see reason, had to understand that this wasn’t some fairy tale. I wasn’t going to play the role of a father, not when I hadn’t signed up for it. She shook her head, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch the bottle. “Nicole, no, I can’t... I don’t want to...” “Quit being so damn emotional,” I growled, cutting her off. “You think you’re the only one who has to deal with this? This isn’t some dream come true. It’s a nightmare.”

“If this Inheritance Clause traces to both families, Blackwood through Victor’s funding and Hartman through Margaret’s mergers…then everything we built sits on their unfinished war.” “Which means the Alliance was doomed from its foundation,” I said quietly. Evelyn - Executive Floor By afternoon, the sky over London carried the flat tone of gathering rain again…the colour of consequence. Luca handed me the printed summary Damien compiled, each page heavier than paper should feel. His wound still forced him to favour one side, yet he stood as firm as ever. “I hope you’re sitting down before reading that,” he said. “I learned to read bad news standing,” I replied. “It keeps me from collapsing.”

“The Heir-Hunter was meant to remove complications, not create them.” Her mother lifted her chin and answered without flinching. “I will not let you kill my daughter or my grandchild to secure your throne.” He considered her words and then looked back at me. “Then the choice is simple,” he said. “Give me the heir when he is born and your pack walks away intact. Refuse and we finish what we started tonight.”

It was humiliation layered over humiliation. One elder said it plainly in front of him. “You lost a Luna who turned out to be royal blood, and you almost handed the family line to another man’s pup. If that is not disgrace, what is?” Damian said nothing. There was nothing he could say. Catherine, however, still refused to accept the shape of reality. She cornered him the morning before the Blackwood palace banquet and spoke through clenched teeth. “Go bring her back.” Damian did not look up from where he stood at the study window.

"The child *is* the mistake, Kei. The biggest mistake of all." "This child is my heir."His voice hardens, Alpha authority bleeding into every word. "My future heir." *Heir.* Not child, not baby. *Heir.* A possession. A successor. I let out a sound that's half laugh, half sob. "I don't care." "You will." "No." I stare directly into his eyes. "I won't." Then I turn toward the doctor. The poor man looks seconds away from passing out. "Doctor." His eyes widen. "Your Highness—"

He adjusted his cuffs, looking directly into my eyes without a single flicker of hesitation. "An heir." My hand twitched, knocking against the spoon. It fell onto the saucer with a ringing crash. "What?" I breathed, my eyes widening in utter disbelief. "An heir," Dimitri repeated, his voice utterly flat, as though he hadn't just delivered a wrecking ball to the room. "That is what I gain."

“I just thought of something else.” “”What is it?” I turned to Thalia who was also in the room. “This is something for you to do.” “Anything, your Grace.” I stared at her for a moment, wondering if she could pull it off. “What is one thing the king cannot reject?” They stared among themselves for a moment, silent. Until the chief elder replied. “An heir?” “Exactly. He will never reject his heir and he will also try to make sure the child is not in any compromised situation.”

With that, Owen was made the Ward family’s heir. “Grandpa!” Matthew was distraught. He slumped out of bed and reached out to Lester. “Grandpa, how could you do this to me! I’m a true member of the Ward family! How could you let an illegitimate child inherit the Ward family?” “Matthew Ward!” Lester chastised. “I know you’re unhappy about this, but you have to accept it. For the longevity of the Ward family, it’s no great harm to disappoint you like this! From now on, you will have to learn to act with more modesty. That’s the only way you’ll do well under Owen’s leadership!”

I wanted that to be perfectly clear to every person who might ever think of it. I stopped breathing. A foundation, not a brother, and not a cousin. Cornelius had not simply stolen a child. He had stolen a child whose disappearance would have given him nothing, and I turned my head slowly toward the doorway. His face had gone gray. His hand gripped the frame so tightly that the knuckles stood out like bone, and I saw that he had not known. For twenty years he had believed he was the heir to an empire, and he had never read the sentence that told him he was only a keeper.

The band came alive as I walk through the gold carpet with escorts by my side. I stand beside my grandfather and watch him as he took his place in front, his crown glistening as he says. "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. Thirty years ago, I was standing right here in front of the different royalties and aristocrats all over the world to pass the throne to my son, Jacob ...may he rest in peace. Unfortunately he pass away and now I'm here again, standing beside my heir." He smiled at me before turning back on the crowd. "I'd never imagined that I'll be able to have a flesh of my own as my successor. I thought that this bloodline will end but I am wrong. Now, may I present to you, the heir t