The Stolen Heir 2 Novels & Stories

I’d claw my way to the top and never look back. But first, I had something more urgent to do. I needed to get into Theo’s room. Because that will—the one he stole from me—is still out there. And once it’s in my hands again, everything changes.

The implications are staggering. Rhea is not just a runaway Luna. If this is true, she is a hidden princess, the last of a legendary bloodline, with a generations-old vendetta hunting her. A sharp knock on the study door makes all of us jump. “Enter,” I call out, my voice rough. A junior gamma, a young wolf named Peter, enters the room. He holds a cell phone in his hand, its screen shattered in one corner. “Alpha, we recovered this from your wrecked car at the scene of the attack when you were returning from Blue Moon Pack,” he explains, holding out what I recognize as Roxy’s phone. “It was under the seat.”

He held a high-caliber silver rifle resting casually over his shoulder, surrounded by six heavily armed elite guards. "Kaelen," Torin called down, his voice cold and devoid of remorse. "You are breaking your sacred oath to the Bloodmoon Pack. Protecting a traitor and a bastard child forfeits your right to the Alpha throne." "He is no bastard!" Kaelen’s voice thundered through the entire estate, the sheer power of his Alpha voice shattering the glass lanterns lining the walls. "He is my true-born heir! And you, Torin, are a traitor to the throne!"

And now, more than ever, I was determined to find out what it was. Even if it destroyed me. Author's Note Thank you so much for reading Stolen Heiress: Blood Secrets! 💖 Your support, comments, and votes mean the world to me and keep me motivated to write more. This story is just beginning to unravel, and I promise you there are so many more shocking discoveries, intense twists, and heart-pounding moments waiting ahead. If you're enjoying Celine and Lucien's journey, please show your support by voting, commenting, and sharing the story. It really helps the book reach more readers! More secrets. More tension. More fire. See you in the next chapter. Mel❤️

The name hung in the air like a curse. Alec went very still. "I don't know that name." "You will." The rogue's breathing was ragged now. "He's been searching for her. For something like her. Ever since the first whispers about a hybrid that shouldn't exist." "What does he want with her?" The rogue's head dropped forward. For a moment, Alec thought he'd lost him. Then he spoke again, his voice barely audible. "He's dying. Failing. He needs her to finish it. To complete what he started." The rogue's eyes lifted to meet Alec's, and there was something like pity in them. "Your daughter is the final piece."

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

I couldn't see anything except a tiny light rising in the distance. It grew closer and brighter until I could make out its familiar golden features. "What is that?" I whispered. There was silence at first, before his voice eerily whooshed past my ear, travelling into the darkness. "It's the crest you stole from me." I whipped my eyes open and sprang out of bed.

My voice was a rasping bark now. "He was stealing from the Pack." She stepped over the threshold, her bare feet silent on the debris. "He stole the heir. He stole the Silver-Oak’s future. Caleb was sent to correct that mistake. Weren't you, Caleb?" I looked at Caleb. He didn't look at me. He bowed his head, his massive, furred shoulders trembling. "I did what was required," Caleb muttered.

“She is the only surviving heir…” My heart began to pound. “…to the Stuart family.” The name hit like a shockwave. “No,” I whispered. Grandfather’s voice remained steady. “Their heir and his daughter were reported dead sixteen years ago.” “But they weren’t.” A pause. Heavy. “The Beckers had her the entire time.” Silence. The world shifted. Again. This wasn’t just abuse anymore. This was theft. A stolen identity. A stolen legacy. A stolen life. And suddenly—

The secrets. The things that don't make sense. The strange behavior. The disappearance of my parents. The feeling that something is terribly wrong back home. And now I have Amaani to protect. Maybe Lyall is her father. Maybe one day she'll have the title of heir because of him. Maybe someday I will walk through those doors willingly. But not today. I cannot risk her safety just because I miss the people I left behind. "Alright, little one." I reach down and gently touch her cheek.