Novel & Cerita The Heir Of House Black Ao3

biro ni Xander, na ngayon ay naka-sling na lang ang braso. ​"Sa isang lugar na walang pader, walang sikreto, at walang kontrata," sagot ni Aria habang isinasandal ang kanyang ulo sa balikat ni Xander. ​Doon, sa ilalim ng init ng araw, nahanap ng dating "substitute wife" ang kanyang tunay na trono—sa tabi ng lalaking natutong luhuran ang kanyang pride para sa tunay na pag-ibig. At ang "Secret Heir"? Hindi na siya lihim, dahil siya na ang magiging pinakamakapangyarihang tagapagmana ng Imperyo ng mga Black—ang batang nagpabago sa tadhana ng kanyang mga magulang.

Their conversations halted, laughter died, and glasses that had once clinked in celebration were now held in frozen grips. Every eye was on us. Or rather—on him. |||Oh fuck! It's him.|| |||Right! Theron Blackmoor. The Prominent Blackmoor family’s only male heir.||| |||Wait! Do you mean the heir to the mighty Phantom Core International? The same one who seldom came out to the public except for rare cases?||| |||Right! He is the one. One time I got to see his picture via Elira’s Livestream of her family pictures. I've been obsessively in love with him since then, can't believe I get to see him in real life today.|||

“You and Evelyne Blackthorne were pack-sisters. You swore a blood-oath that our bloodlines would merge. It’s a sacred debt.” “A debt?” My mother’s voice was weak, cracked with grief. “You threw us to the scavengers, Darius! You left me pregnant and alone in the Expanse! And now you want Lyra to pay your debts?” “Kaelen Blackthorne is the heir to the Blackthorne Pack! It is a position of power!” “He’s a broken wolf!” my mother hissed, a tray crashing to the floor. “The silver-poisoning from the rogue attack left him paralyzed. He can’t even shift! You want to tether my daughter to a man who is a ghost in his own skin?”

Either way, she looked like she was going to deny our connection. “N… No sir. N… Nothing is wrong” Athea said. “Tabitha? May I ask you why you were looking at our partner with such disdain?” “Really sir? Do you not know who she is?” She asked me back. Man did I hate it when someone answered a question with a question. Why the hell couldn’t they just answer the damn question? “Yes, this Athea. She just told us that.” “No,” Tabitha responded laughing. “This is Athea, the heir in line to take over the Blackblood Pack. Alpha Doug’s daughter.” She responded with so much hate that it left a nasty taste in my mouth.

“End this, my child. Or the crown will end you both.” And then she was gone, swallowed by the red mist. The ground shook. A low rumble rolled across the marsh, and the water began to boil. Kael pulled Evelyn back just as the surface erupted, black tendrils of smoke lashing outward, forming a circle around them. From the center rose the Black Heir. Her armor gleamed like obsidian, her face calm, almost serene. “You shouldn’t have come here,” she said. Evelyn drew her blade. “You keep saying that. But you knew I would.”

A bloodline purity audit meant High Healers from the council would use mandatory spirit magic to examine the womb of every female on the estate. Selene's fake pregnancy would be exposed instantly. They would discover that I—an unbonded, landless Nightbane female—was carrying the true, unsanctioned heir of Alpha Kaelen Blackthorne. Kaelen slowly turned his gaze toward me, his hand reaching out to tilt my chin up. His claw brushed against the soft skin of my neck, right over the unblemished pulse point where an Alpha's mark should have been.

"So no. I'm not going back. I'm not going back to live in that house full of memories and pain." Before anyone could respond, she turned and ran upstairs. Her footsteps echoed through the silence until a bedroom door slammed shut, and then there was nothing. Mr. Greystone's hands trembled at his sides. Then his gaze returned slowly to Alexander, and the hatred in it hadn't lessened, if anything, it had deepened into something colder and more deliberate. "You've succeeded in manipulating another one." His voice was frighteningly calm. "For now." He took one slow step backward. "But I promise you this.. I will get back at you, Alexander Blackwood." He spat the name like it tasted of something

“Please put down the crossbow. We can talk about—” “Talk?” She laughs. “Did you just say we can talk? Talk about what? So you really think there is a world where I give a fuck about whatever shit you want to say to me?” “Yes.” I lie. “We are sisters—” “Sisters my ass!” She yells and the crossbow instantly jerks in her hands, making me flinch. “We are not sisters! You’re the real daughter of the Caldwell Family! You’re the legitimate heiress and the only daughter that Father actually loves. I’m just the replacement in case you die!”

I was going to lose my virginity in front of my parents in the cruellest of ways. Heir to the Lycan throne, Axel the Black is a tormented king. Captured by the wicked humans who sold his siblings and hid his parents, he was abused until he overtook the humans and retrieved the Lycan throne back. Now, there’s one thing missing: a mate to continue the Lycan lineage. He purchases breeders but his dark heart beats for one person. The human princess who was once his friend and now, his slave.

Then, running his tongue slowly over his thick lips, he muttered, "Defiant... but she drives me insane." What he failed to notice, however, was the pair of hawk-sharp eyes watching the entire scene from the very beginning. Someone was waiting for him to receive what he deserved, silently promising him that he would pay, while cursing him under her breath with the vilest words imaginable. "Filthy, unfaithful man... I'll make you an example for everyone." ❈-❈-❈ She sat drying her blonde hair after taking a cold shower as soon as she returned home, but her mind was elsewhere.