The Heir I Refused To Bear Novels & Stories

“If you keep her, you die. The Council will crush you. They’ll strip your heirship, strip your pride, and you’ll crawl in disgrace. Is that what you want? To burn the Fenrir name to ash for a girl who shouldn’t even breathe our air?” My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. Every word he spoke was calculated to wound. And gods, it worked. But it didn’t change the truth clawing at my bones. “I don’t care about heirship,” I said, low and lethal. “I care about her.” For the first time, his expression cracked — a flicker of disbelief, almost pity. Then it hardened again, colder than before. “Then you’re no son of mine,” he said quietly.

Staring at me with questioning gaze. Not the empty ones I got used to. Fuck. I need to leave. I wanted to ignore him so bad. I tried not to acknowledge him. I straightened my back and gave him a cold stare, then left as soon as possible the mansion. No matter what happened, he was still my son. My heir. The Drakov heir. And he will learn to become one soon. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

The heavy door slammed behind me with a finality that echoed through the palace wing. I leaned against it, chest heaving, tears burning at the corners of my eyes. Shadowfang. Alexander’s territory. His home. The place where I had lost myself piece by piece. I would not go back. I could not. But even as I told myself that, a small, cold voice whispered in the back of my mind: You are the heir. And heirs do not run from duty. Not even when it leads them straight into the arms of the man who broke their heart.

My blood. I turned to my father, Alpha Theron, desperate for him to step in, to stop this madness. His tall figure loomed beside me, his presence always commanding. Surely, he would defend me, I thought. Surely, he would put Elias in his place and call of this whole thing. But instead, he pulled me behind him like I was an embarrassment. I nearly hit the ground. “From this day forward,” my father’s voice boomed, carrying over the chaos, “Anette will take Estelle’s place as heir. She will be the one to marry Elias and inherit my position.”

'And if we don't? 'Well, all I can say is that you will have yourself to blame because I have no patience with fools who do not know when to give way. Have you considered where your cousin Bryan is? His stupidity got him there '. 'I am not Bryan and will not end up in the same condition as he. You cannot have the girl, she has done you no harm. You have already dealt with her father. Why don't you leave her alone?' 'Hand the girl over! I am tired of these stories you all spin. Stories that touch the heart but they don't touch this heart', she boasted, hitting her chest emphatically.

“Because of marriage, my life is ruined. I hate the bonds of marriage… it’s like hell to me.” Xavier gazed into the woman’s eyes, the woman who was so bold as to risk having a child with him. Anna was terribly mistaken if she thought giving birth to his child meant she would be free. On the contrary, that bond... would never be broken. It was the bloodline of the clan, an invisible contract that would last forever. Even if one day they were separated by great distances, Anna would remain under his watch as the “Mother of the Heir” untouchable by anyone.

"I'm standing here because hiding is over, because my mother ran her whole life so I wouldn't have to, and I intend to honor that." The courtyard was very still. "I am the last heir of Varek," I said simply. "And I am standing here, in the open, choosing this kingdom and these people and this future." I looked at Darius beside me. "Freely, without obligation, without fate or magic or ancient compulsion requiring it." Darius looked back at me. There was something in his expression that he didn't bother containing, nor did he try to, instead he let it sit plainly on his face for anyone to see.

"Thank God you were so pigheaded. Otherwise, I might've actually married you—a fraud. "Now, even if you got down on your knees and begged me to marry you, I wouldn't be interested. The man I'm marrying is Arthur. He's the real heir to the Harrison family. As for you—" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with contempt. "No matter how capable you think you are, you're still getting thrown out." My mom let out a cold snort. "Look at you now. If you'd just listened to us from the start, you wouldn't have ended up with everyone turning against you."

The heartbreak of that realization had me out the door, searching for fresh air as I stripped my clothing off, my body bulking to shift as I broke into a run before the slam of a door behind us and his strong voice halted it. “A stór.” It was commanding, soft, demanding, and a plea all in one, but the fall of liquid from my face told me not to turn around. I couldn’t get lost again. I needed to remember who I was. I am an Heir. Sacrifice was always a possibility. I am one. The pack is many. My blood runs through theirs. I needed to get back to them but I was trapped here. The gate was too high, too thick. My only hope would be Nixon.

Interesting. It didn’t want her speaking. (Adrian’s POV) No. Don’t say it. (Aria’s POV) The First Heir looked directly at me. “The cycle can break if the heir refuses the bond before it fully roots.” My heart stopped. Refuses. The Hunger moved instantly. Darkness lashed violently across the chamber. The First Heir screamed as shadow tore across her shoulder. Kael lunged forward immediately. Adrian attacked too. Chaos exploded through the chamber.