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Then, in a voice that left no room for argument, Cael said, “You need to stop modeling until after the birth.” Anaïs snapped her gaze back to him. “I’ve already spoken to Mr. Henry,” he continued. “He understands.” A flare of defiance sparked in her chest. “I can’t just disappear.” “You nearly died.” His voice was calm, but beneath the surface, there was an unmistakable edge. “This isn’t up for discussion.” Cael merely just wanted an heir but now he seemed more emotionally invested. Anaïs inhaled sharply, steadying herself. “Let me finish the deal with Elen Clark,” she said, meeting his gaze head-on. “Then I’ll step away; I will do what you want.”

"You can't marry me." "What?" Lyall prompted, turning around to her in shock. Olivia looked almost on the brink of ecstatic disbelief. "I've just gotten off the call with the lawyers," Abigail said airily, inspecting her nails the way she'd seen Olivia do a thousand times before. "And the paperwork is clear, Olivia doesn't inherit the empire simply because she is legitimate." Abigail paused a moment. "And neither do I, simply because I am firstborn." "Wait," Olivia spoke, processing. "Then who inherits?"

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

Immediately he was gone, I yelled at her asking for an explanation good enough to make me understand why she had treated Derrick like he was a stranger. She avoided my eyes and pretended to be too busy with the pea on her plate. Finally, she explained how that mark belonged to the Nickolai clan. They were a powerful pack and judging by his crest, she confirmed that Derrick was the heir of the Alpha. The Nickolai clan, she explained, were their rival and the reason I had been lost all those years. Seemingly, they had lost their heir too. I could understand why she had reacted that way but it didn't stop me from giving her a piece of my mind. I told her Derrick was my world and she had to acce

Though we weren't wealthy, I was happy. The Falkner family told me I was the real heir. I didn't want to be some rich heir. But my adoptive parents, with their traditional thinking, persuaded me to go back and be with my biological parents. Even Lydia said that education in the big city would be better for our future children. So I relented. But how ridiculous it all was. My parents, who pushed me to return, never truly cared for me. They always favored the fake heir, Xander. He ran the company as well. Mom and Dad even kicked me out of it.

The evening had settled into the quiet Vargr preferred. He sat in the chair by the window with a glass of wine he hadn't touched, one hand resting on the arm, his eyes on the mountain line where the last of the light was leaving. The compound was running. The program was running. The working held as it would continue to hold until the heir arrived and completed what had taken 153 years to build. The heir. He was certain of it — a son, born of the original line, the last piece of what that night in the ash had set in motion. He had been patient. He could be patient a little longer.

Out of nowhere, I say, “I’m curious about…the lost heirs.” “Pff. Probably some dumb kids that got lost in the woods or something,” he says, and adds, “I think all the answers we need to know about our… distant relatives are all in that house. Even though it’s not on display, they have to have a storage unit where they keep all their albums and whatnots.” I nod and turn my eyes back to the manor, a mischievous look infringing on my expression. “Race you back?” I grip the reins readily.

I'm sure he will ruin my mood. "Good evening" I greeted "Did you find anything about Chris yet?" he asked and I sighed "I already told you that I'm not interested in anything about him" I snapped "Whether you're interested or not doesn't even matter. Right now, I've gotten 70% evidence that Chris is the last heir of the Rodriguez and I'm sure you know what that means. Whatever you choose to do is up to you but I know Chris won't spare you once he finds out what you did.

The world turned. The last thing I saw before the darkness took me was that stranger’s bright eyes and the tiny mark on his wrist. A royal mark. The mark of the Lycan King’s house. As the rain took me whole, the stranger caught me before I hit the ground. His voice was low, filled with a strange respect. “She’s the lost heir,” he whispered. “The Moonstone bloodline lives.” And just like that in the same night I lost everything fate took me again.