The Heir Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

My stomach rumbled softly and my wolf growled to have her. “I'm different. I have my principles and if they make you feel guilty, you will have to get used to it,” I thundered, making sure every word sank in as hard as it felt to glare at her. “The Sage Pack may be rivals with the Bond Moon Pack but that doesn't mean I won't treat the mother of my heir with decency,” My fingers dropped to the floor as soon as those words seeped out of my lips. They weren't melodies to her ears but they made her lips vibrate, her fingers twitching and her eyes flashing profusely at me.

It wasn’t just any Tribunal shadow. It was *his father.* A name he'd never spoken. A ghost he thought he’d escaped. Now, that legacy was hunting them both. --- **\[POV – Seraphine | The Mirror Chamber]** She reached the core of the passage. At its center: a pool of liquid flame. Above it, a message inscribed in ash: > *The heir who sees herself clearly will not burn.* She leaned over the flame— And in it, her reflection warped — showing her with a crown made of bone, eyes glowing like her mother’s, lips cracked from battle, but still smiling.

"From the very beginning, the heir was the one in Stella's belly!" "This was just an unacknowledged bastard, a creature no one wanted. Why should he have been born?" "So he could live his life branded as a 'mutt'?" I was a walking corpse, shuffling toward the future Don, leaving a trail of scarlet on the floor. Each step left a bloody footprint, a gruesome trail of what we had lost. I stopped right in front of him and asked, my voice devoid of emotion. "Tell me, who was ever looking forward to the birth of the true Gallo heir?"

As I headed downstairs, I could already hear everyone teasing him behind me. Our friend group was surprisingly diverse. Several of us came from wealthy families, but Mel was the only one who actually acted like it. Lyall came from even more money as the Alpha's heir, but years of training had taught him that leadership meant serving the pack, not being served by it. The music grew louder as I approached the bar. "Another round?" the bartender asked with a wink. I nodded. Within minutes, six freshly made drinks sat neatly arranged on a tray. "Need help carrying those?" he asked nervously.

I hid nearby and clearly saw Lynn holding the child! Then she turned toward me. "Lynn, how could you be so heartless and send the child away? He was your own nephew!" "And he was your own grandson! How could you not care?" Sophie shrieked hysterically, "Shut up, all of you! My son is Miles Harper. It’s him! Lynn, you tricked me! You must have!" Beside her, Victor growled, "How could a son of mine end up in a welfare center? Sophie, if you don’t give me an explanation today, I won’t let you go."

After Henry carried Rory into the room and gently put her down, she sat beside Henry, utterly well disciplined. After all, Linda had told her that once she wrote her name in that thick tome, she would become the heiress of the Barnes family and rise above the rest. No one would get to bully her again, and most importantly, Sophie's name was not in it, and Sophie would never be acknowledged. With this, Rory would be Henry's only daughter and the one he acknowledged, while Sophie was nothing!

a dry chuckle, "by the time anyone could make a case, the Heir Clause will have activated. Damien will be a non-entity. A disgraced pauper grieving his dead brat and his useless wife. No one will listen to him." The casual cruelty, the mention of our child, the vile dismissal of me, it hit like a physical blow. I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. Damien’s face contorted with pure, undiluted hatred, a low growl escaping his throat. The recording continued: *Second Voice:* "And the woman? Sophie? She saw you at the airfield. She looked… different. Not broken."

At 8:45 PM, Sophie returned to her Geneva suite. There was a knock at the door. She opened it to find a woman—late thirties, with olive skin and quiet, measured poise. She wore a navy coat and held an old leather briefcase. “My name is Liora Mary Cross-Burnett,” she said softly. “I believe we’re sisters (Cousins).” Sophie didn’t move. Liora continued, “I wasn’t just raised by her. I was trained by her. Everything you know about Mary… she prepared me for the part you wouldn’t accept.”

said Levi, smiling triumphantly. Elea was well aware that she would not be able to afford the dress. Now he can only surrender if he really has to lose his job if this woman continues to insist on reporting her actions to the manager. Let it be, the poor are unlikely to be able to resist the power of those who have money and power. Gabrielle gritted her teeth holding back her emotions when she heard what this little girl was thinking. Suddenly there was a kind of feeling that he didn't want to see him being bullied by a woman who was so arrogantly boasting in front of him.

"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."