The Royal Heir Book 2 Novels & Stories

The only thing that may make a big enough impact now is to kill the queen but to find someone dumb enough to try it is going to be a problem, I might put some feelers out and see who bites, I could do it myself but I know that would be suicide. They have the children but they are guarded all the time, Nathaniel is very mature for his age and when he is of age, he will most likely travel before he comes back to take over the throne and finds his mate, Scarlett has her mate, everyone knows that mate is Phoenix. Charlotte keeps to herself but is never far from the twins and the triplets are never left alone. In the meantime, I will have to keep my ears to the ground and keep an eye on Scarlett.

He was happy with my response. Alpha Micah shook his head after I was done talking. There was a look on his face that showed he knew more than I did. That wasn't possible. "You are royalty. The heir to one of the greatest royal families. You were taken from your home by the man currently sitting on my throne." His words sent cold chills running down my spine. My legs buckled and felt weak. I had to walk to the bed and sit on it for support. "The pendant you wear is passed down to the heir of your family."

At the same time, her mind went to the listener in the bushes. “Oh my goodness.” Realization dawned on her. “I've got to tell Father.” Quickly, she rushed to her father's quarters, the palace was a huge one and served as a pack house for all ranking members.Once Aria found her father in his office, she immediately told him her recent discovery. “So, you’ve also figured it out." The Beta, William Steele closed the book he was seemingly reading, shooting his daughter a smug laugh. “Took you long enough—”

Their steps slowed as they glanced back at Lyra, awaiting her command. She crossed her arms, a mocking smile curling her lips. "You don't actually believe her, do you? His Majesty bathed in blood to seize the throne, surviving a brutal struggle among nine heirs. Even the High Priest declared he would never father children. "Yet this lonely little carp dares claim her illegitimate child belongs to him? If His Majesty had an heir, he would shout it to the world. Do you see any such proclamation? Tell me, is that not the funniest thing you've ever heard?"

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

A girl I barely remembered from a yoga class once commented on one of my ancient I*******m posts with: “Wait. Is your son THE Wolfe heir?” I stood in Lucien’s penthouse kitchen in one of his oversized T-shirts, barefoot and completely overwhelmed. Leo, on the other hand, sat at the island with a banana pancake and a crown made of napkins he’d proudly taped together. Completely unbothered. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “what does ‘heir’ mean?” I blinked. “Where did you hear that?” “On TV.” He shrugged. “Some lady with a lot of makeup said I’m the Wolfe heir. Do I have to wear a crown now? Is it heavy?”

Important things. I scanned the shelves again. Something was different. A book had been moved. The gap where it had been was still visible. I reached for it and pulled out a piece of parchment hidden between the pages. It was a warning. When the Queen of Blood awakens, the three heirs must return to where the blood began. I read it aloud. The room went silent. "The three heirs," Jax said slowly. "Who does that mean?" Salias looked at him. Then at Lucius. Then at me.

Far away, beneath the ruined castle, the man in black closed his eyes. He felt the awakening. He felt the mark. He felt the return of something that had been lost. “She remembers,” he whispered. The shadow beside him shifted. “Then the next phase begins.” The man opened the ancient book. A new sentence appeared. The heir has awakened. The packs will divide. The forgotten blood will choose its king. He smiled. “Not king.” His fingers traced the words. “Queen.” ⸻ Back in the valley, Elara looked at both packs.

Two lives of memory, pressed against each other, contradictory and irreconcilable, had ground his mind into powder. The best healers in the royal city examined him and said the same thing: there was nothing to be done. The once-glittering heir, young and golden and seemingly unstoppable, would live out whatever remained of his life in that cell, lucid enough to suffer but too broken to escape it. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. Three years later. The royal pavilion, in full sun. I rested one hand on the high curve of my belly, where a child carrying the most powerful bloodlines in the realm was growing, a child the entire Beast Realm had already begun celebrating.

I snapped the book shut, completely losing my mind in a fit of genuine howling laughter. “Elijah?” Jasper asked, his face twisting in disgust. “As in Elijah Brooks? The golden boy?” “The one and only,” I wheezed, wiping a tear from my eye. “This girl is writing an erotica about Kingsborough’s favorite little choir boy. Oh, this is pure gold. This is blackmail heaven.” “Who is it?” Silas asked. His voice was terrifyingly calm but there was a dangerous edge to it now. I flipped to the inside cover of the diary. There, written in that same meticulous loopy handwriting was a name..