The Ultimate Heir System Novels & Stories

One of Christian's friends congratulated him. Christian sipped on his drink. "Thanks Aaron, but really, I should thank my ancestors, they started the consortium." Christian said, sincerely. Indeed, the Stark Consortium had existed since medieval times, and Christian had inherited the position of head of the consortium from his father. But now he was old and had handed the responsibility to the only Stark heir left, Arthur. Christian just hoped his grandson was mature enough to run the consortium. That was also one of the reasons he was insisting that his grandson should get married and have kids.

He did kiss me. "Maybe, is his wolf force." Everything is getting complicated, I run my hand through my scattered hair, how did my life get so complicated? "His wolf wants to claim you, but the pack members will get mad, and immediately he claims you again, you will carry an heir and it's only you that could give him an heir, another alpha that will rule after him when the gate of hell opens for him." "Hell again." "Stop interrupting me and listen." I pinned my lips together to listen to him. "That heir is what no one wants you to have, so dying was the only option for you."

“The ceremony will be held. He would get mated but not to Hazel. He is getting mated to the daughter of Alpha Steve, Stephanie.” “What do you mean?” She looked at her husband, then at her son, then at her husband again. “Hazel is his mate” “No, she is not. She is not his mate.” Seven watched on as his parents debated. His heart was heavy. He could not imagine what was going to happen. Was it worth it? Just for his father’s love and approval for the throne, he had to lose his lover and from the look of things, was he going to lose his mother again?

But apart from that, we have no idea what the hell is going to happen. And if she’d read the goddamn paper, she would see the last thing I focused on was money or property. I’m more interested in what would happen to the child she is carrying, if by any chance we separate. I need my heir, and I’m keeping him or her close, no matter what. The room has been quiet since she left. I decide she has had a minute to calm down. I give her father an apologetic look. The man was shooting daggers my way but my focus isn’t on him right now. I have to speak with his daughter and I know what I have to say will piss her off even more.

"And your marriage contract had one very specific clause." Lucian frowned. "The heir clause?" Gregory Winslow leaned forward. "Yes. It's year three, Lucian. That clause states that before the fourth year, an heir must be produced. No child means the marriage dissolves—and both our families lose everything we've built." Caliste raised an eyebrow. "Lose everything? Isn't that a little dramatic?" Her father glared. "It's not a joke, Caliste. The Velmores and Winslows joined for global control of trade and investment. If this marriage falls apart, dozens of partnerships collapse."

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

If he failed to become the heir, he would have to face a bleak future. The Ritter family and the Quigley family were different. The Ritter family emphasized on the strategy of "key cultivation". Once the heir was confirmed, those who weren't heirs would be left to their own devices, developing and fending for themselves. If it was more severe, those non-successors would have to suffer oppression and exploitation from the heir in the future. Keith didn't want to live under the roof of someone else. He didn't want to have to bow to Troy in the future, so he worked hard from a young age to be the heir.

“Not your father.” My stomach dropped. “Then who?” She looked at me like I was finally ready to hear the truth. “The people who built the spine.” My breath caught. “The Oversight.” My sister nodded. “They needed a way to control the system,” she said. “They needed an heir.” My heart thumped painfully. “An heir?” I repeated. She stepped closer until she was standing right in front of me. “You,” she whispered. I stared at her. “Me?” I whispered back.

“She will be secured within your pack, and the child she carries will be recognized as part of your line.” “That is not your decision to make,” I said, my voice dropping slightly. The room stilled. Not because I raised it. Because I didn’t. Because the control in it made the line clearer than anything else. “It became our decision the moment you failed to handle it yourself,” he replied without hesitation. Silence followed, thicker now, less about discussion and more about position. “If you do not produce and secure an heir within nibe cycles,” he continued, “your rule will be reconsidered.”

“He wants you back as the heir, but there are many clauses to this. Firstly, since you lived in hiding, you lack the basic skills of a warrior and one of the major qualities of being an heir is what you lack” “If you come with us, you would undergo training and if you can hone your skills, you would take over immediately” My stomach tied a knot and their words intensified my anger as I stared at them in disbelief. Quinn continued. “Uncle wants you to know that you are his perfect late bloomer, and he loves you so much. But, there is also another clause to all of this” “If you want to take the position of the heir, you have to abandon your children”