The Heir I Refused To Bear Novels & Stories

Then: "I don't want it." The battlefield became silent. Then Ava blinked. Then: "Did he just refuse a Crown?" Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Nobody had ever heard of that happening. Then the giant looked confused. Then: "YOU ARE THE HEIR." Valen shook his head. Then: "No." Pause. Then: "I failed." Silence. Then: "I abandoned everyone." Then: "I don't deserve it." The Keeper laughed. Then: "There it is." The Fifth Crown pulsed.

I knew exactly what it meant for a pack to have no heir. An Alpha without a blood heir would be watched by rival packs, questioned by elders, and quietly looked down on by every family waiting for weakness to show. Because of that, no matter how cruel Catherine was, I never truly fought back. I did not tell Damian the worst of what she said, and I did not expose the truth in the fertility report either. I only kept asking him the same thing. If we could not have a pup of our own, then let us adopt one.

“No, it’s about power. It's about control. And the truth is, you never had control over me. Not like you thought.” He scoffed, a bitter laugh following. “I am the one who gave you that power, Jace. And don’t forget it. If you continue down this path, I’ll have no choice but to strip you of your position as the heir to everything. You’ll be nothing more than an outsider.” I leaned forward, my fingers tightening around the phone. “You think you can just take away my birthright? You think you can just erase me from everything?” I couldn’t help the mockery in my voice. “You forget something, Father. You can’t change who the heir is. You already signed a document, under your own hand, saying that

I instantly regretted the words. He winced and took a step back. I reached a hand out for him but pulled it back soon after. Though I know it stung him, I wasn’t sure I regretted him hearing it. From the moment he’d been of age, he’d ran off to sail. He’d never wanted his birthright. Even though I didn’t blame him, he’d left me to deal with the aftermath. Our father had pushed so hard to mold me into the perfect heiress. All this weight on my shoulders was passed down only after Armelle had rejected the throne. He paced across the room for a short while before stopping and crossing his arms.

I refused to if I could have the choice not to. Why would I aim for one when I could become a queen? "My ex-mate had already cheated on our relationship. And now, you're marrying the two of us? I won't allow it. Just kill me already, Your Highness. I don’t want to become someone’s concubine. I refuse!" I stated for the nth time. His eyes narrowed. "I don't think you have the choice to do that. You’re heir because of two things. To give me an heir and help me maintain the throne."

he said as he tap his walking stick on the table “I refuse, I am technically not a direct heir and I am not interested in whatever drama goes on in your family. I know you and I don't want to be like, control freak. You should know I am not a tough nut to crack,” I said. “I knew you would refused,” “Yeah,” I said, looking at him. “Well. Since you know me well, you should do what I can do and I will have what I want,” he said. “You don't seem to know me well grandpa. I don't care if your lineage is rotten. But I hope you understand very well why I became the underworld Queen at a very young age, you should know that you don't scare me” I said with a deadly smile.

I saw how father tense at that statement. “Nobody’s the heir, I am still King Levi, nobody is heir yet until I say so” he objected. He stood up and faced Levi, challenging him. “I am the heir! The legitimate son, not some bastard who showed up later” Levi yelled into the old man’s face. I ran in between them “Stop it, and take back those words” I ordered. Levi looked shocked for a moment before his face became blank once again. Father looked relieved, and maybe even a little smug.

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

Theodor, a 29-year-old man, is the first grandson of Gilbert Jansen Burg, the owner of Burg Corporation, and has been named the company's heir. That doesn't necessarily make Theodor big-headed or dependent on his family. Theodor felt he was carrying a Very Heavy mandate, so he always wanted to feel perfect at every opportunity. Theodor was such a genius that his grandfather felt. He had made no mistake in choosing the heir to his fortune. "My grandson, you're finally home. How was the company today?" "Yes, as usual. Very busy." Theodor said. "Good, good. You're a child genius." Gilbert complimented.

"That's enough. The support agreement is already signed. Just carry the child and give birth." Mandy stared at her, stunned. Nora had always hated her, and now she was accepting this? "And after that?" "If you don't want the child, give him to us," Nora said evenly. "I've thought it through. The Strouds need an heir." She glanced at Quinton. "The situation might be awkward, but we'll say he's our grandson. No one will know." Quinton nodded quickly. "Right, a grandson. Same thing." Mandy thought it over, her mood lifting again. As long as the child wouldn't tie her down later, she could still get paid.