The Inadequate Heir Novels & Stories

Imogen scolds him, but Mom is silent and I know the idea must have crossed Father's mind. “You know I'm not the heir that the Pack wishes it had, Imogen,” I say, “and I'm not the heir Father needs. I'm a freak, they all say it, and it's hurting his authority just when the whole Pack needs to be united against our enemies. You know Father can't just make Caleb his heir. Not while I'm still alive, healthy and sane. Not under Pack law. So why don't I make things easy for everyone?” Imogen stares at me in dismay. “Aiden, what are you...”

"Perhaps you can wait for Duncan to come back and answer your questions. My work will also be gradually handed over to him." After Tommy left, I disregarded the doctor's orders and looked at the iPad by the bedside. The news headlines didn't need to be searched, and they jumped out at me like terrorists as soon as I opened the browser... #The Aesthete family heir severely injured, suspected of being unable to overcome the crisis. #Shock! The Aesthete who inherited billions of inheritance was in a coma and hospitalized because of him! #Stunning legal loophole, billionaire heiress of a powerful family actually leaves her ex-husband penniless?

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

It wasn't me, I'm also a victim here. That was when it hit me. Isabella, a spoilt heiress raised in a wealthy family, had suddenly decided that she wanted to run away from home and go somewhere far away with her lover, leaving everything behind. The whole thing should have been fishy from the start. I had thought that she was simply a hopeless romantic whom love had made into a fool. But now I knew that she had run away because she knew that the family was not going to be wealthy for much longer. She knew the whole time, and she threw me in here anyway. "I've had enough of your careless behavior," Mr Domitia was saying. "You're a disgrace to the Domitia name. Running around with one useless

Since Romeo is out of the hypotheses to become heir because he is a faggot and likes to get screwed by smelly mutts, I am, with all legitimacy, the heir. Mordred hides his face in his hands. His grandson was an idiot. - So, - the Guardian of Causes asks - is Prince Romeo not worthy because he is in love with a werewolf? - Also and not only. – the boy says from the top of his vanity. – taking it up his ass from a werewolf isn't even the worst. The worst part is that he likes to take it up the ass. I'll tell you that it wasn't the first time he got fucked by a mutt. To complicate everything, the fagot is on the run, probably sucking dicks instead of blood. How can someone so disgusting as him

His earlier arrogance vanished in an instant after hearing that the person he had been disrespecting all this time was none other than Julian Blackwood, heir to the blackwood empire. Adrian was shocked too. His eyes widened as he turned to Isadora. “What did you just say?” Elysia stepped in. “She’s telling the truth, Grandfather. He’s Julian Blackwood.” “Julian Blackwood…” Adrian muttered, his voice filled with recognition. “The heir to the Blackwood fortune.” Julian had a calm expression as he spoke up. “That’s correct.” Immediately as he realized everything, Adrian bowed his head deeply. In that instant, he went from being confident and arrogant to completely humbled. His hands started sha

.” “I revealed a truth,” Marrow corrected smoothly. “A truth the world was already beginning to suspect.” The words hung in the air like poison disguised as perfume. Lysander leaned forward slightly, his hands resting against the polished surface of the table. “If you ever involve my son again, there will be consequences you cannot predict.” Marrow studied him with quiet fascination. “You see, that is precisely why I wanted to speak with you tonight.” Lysander said nothing. Marrow walked slowly around the table, his fingers brushing the back of one chair as he moved. “The boy is extraordinary.” Lysander’s expression hardened instantly. “You have never even spoken to him.” “I do not need to.”

¶ I read it again. And again. Then I opened the second link. By Pack Insider. ¶ The word around the upper circle is that a certain heir's new "mate" is a former bartender from the lower districts with no status and no business being anywhere near a founding bloodline. "She showed up out of nowhere with a child that happens to look exactly like him‚" says one source close to the situation. "You do the math." The heir's former fiancée‚ a prominent figure in eastern trade‚ is reportedly devastated but maintaining her dignity. Unlike some people.¶

His junior suddenly rose with such valor when Gabrielle was near Elea. In fact, if you pay close attention, Elea's body portion is very far from the type of woman she wants. His body is thin, his chest and buttocks also look flat. Not at all interesting, but that's precisely what managed to wake his junior. "Aish! Damn it. Why did you wake up at the wrong time anyway!" Gabrielle grumbled as she looked at her junior who was already standing up straight. His head suddenly became dizzy. Gabrielle knew that her juniors needed a place to take shelter. But he remembered that he was alone.

He grab my arm as he cried out, "My boy! I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I am a selfish man. A very, very selfish man. I should be the one to be blame. Not the accident or the storm. It's I who planted this problem." "What? What are you saying--I can't-" He look at me and sighed "About thirty five years ago, your father was the next heir to the throne. In accordance with the law, I forced him to marry a girl he doesn't want. Right before their wedding, he left. No note, nor trace. I've searched for him and return empty handed. He's a smart lad. You and him are very much alike..." He bowed his head and sigh. The lines on his face appear deeper than before. It almost made me pity him but know