Walk Away With His Heir Novels & Stories

“My son, it would be better that you let me finish talking, as I do not have much time. I hear the spirits of my ancestors howling in earnest expectation of my return, but before I go, it is needful that I leave you with the following instructions. First and foremost, Wanda, I am sorry that we could not spend much time together as in-laws. I am really glad that you are here. I do not waiver when I think about you conceiving the heir to throne after Milos of course,as I am certain that my grandchild is on his way. Milos, whatever happens with the child she will bear, stand your ground and support it. Do not let the pack leaders sway your decisions with regards to your child. I have taught and

My mom's father who's a king who just married one woman because she was the love of his life gave birth to just my mom. After the death of his wife, he decided not to remarry and this has given me the opportunity to be his heir when he's no more. Already he's officially made me the legit owner and placed me in charge of all his businesses and properties and introduced me as his heir to all his kindred. He's willed everything to Mom and I, he loves me so much, grandpa Dickson. The people need to have good opinion of me,no no I can't risk to portray myself as evil in their sight.

It was his mother’s words that forced me to go back to the pack without trying to make a deal. “He was willing to fight by your side. You were too, and we were all willing to support you. What happened, Kai? What made you step back?” Rustem asked, shaking his head at me. “Don’t get me wrong, but you visited the man in Rome, rejecting…” “He is to be announced his heir.” Mom’s voice came from behind me, and I looked away from the man. His eyes widened and he shook his head at me. “And you believed that he would announce you an heir when he had a legitimate one that he gave up on? I am not going to need to mention the one that he killed.” He said, and I shook my head.

The moment they were gone, I said, “They might not understand the power that they have but you cannot walk over them because the Chairman will protect you.” “Will he?” I ignored the question. I placed a file in front of him. I picked the pen in my breast pocket and placed it down, “Sign this—” He grabbed my wrist and tightened so hard I could feel him reaching into my bones. “I said, will he?” I looked at him. My voice was flat. “Yes. You are his heir.” He chuckled but didn’t let go. “Travis was his heir. I was the second batch.” “You wouldn’t be picked if he didn’t want you—”

I rasped, leaning against a cold wall for support. “I want you to take over my empire once I retire,” he said, his voice as casual as if he were stating something inevitable. A hysterical laugh bubbled up in my throat. I had to have heard him wrong. Did he really just ask me to step into a throne built on blood and narcotics? He turned back to face me, his expression unreadable. “You have no choice. You killed my only heir, and now you are the only child I have left.” “I’m not doing that,” I snapped, my voice gaining strength from my anger. “I don’t care about your throne. All I want is to go back to Cale. He’s looking for me right now—”

Nathaniel answered. "Okay, I'll do just that." His mom responded. Few seconds later his father's voice came up. "Hello Nathan, what is it?" "Dad. I have something important I need to tell you." Nathaniel sounded urgent. "What is it? Hope there is no problem with my company?" His father asked. "No, I want to take a leave. I.. I have something important to do back in Washington. You know Isabella Asher Queen right? The current heir of Queens empire?" Nathaniel asked.

"A child born to a whore can never be my child. Only the child my wife delivers will be my own, my heir." He turned and strode toward the elevators, leaving Maya standing on the sidewalk with her designer bags. "Do not contact me until you abort the child, and go back to the New York on your own. I'm not going to leave my wife's side in the remaining days." He had said before leaving. He rushed into the hotel lobby, his heart hammering against his ribs. He felt a strange, inexplicable sense of dread. He burst into the penthouse, the words of a grand apology already forming on his lips.

She continued and leaned closer to me. “I know the kind of game you're both playing. A little deal to send my brother out of the picture. But know this, he is the real heir of this family, nothing, no one, can take that away. Not even a crappy citizen like you.” She eyed me with disdain. I could tell she had the urge to strangle me on the spot. But not in front of all these people. “Lexi.” A familiar voice called and the lady instantly straightened up.

Unable to fight back. "Dante," Isabella said. Voice urgent. "Think about this. The child—it's still a child. You could take it as your own. Raise it. No one would know. The world already thinks it's yours. You could have your heir. Your legacy. Just let it be." "No," Dante said. Cold. Absolute. "It's his. His bastard. In her. In what's mine. I won't accept that. Won't raise his child. Won't let it exist."

My Omega instincts hummed with awareness, a warning and a recognition all at once. I traced the edges of the sigil with my fingers. Its curves, sharp and deliberate, carried the weight of history, of lineage, of unspoken power. My gaze lifted to the Warrior, who stood a few paces away, his eyes scanning the horizon even as his spiritual presence resonated with mine. “Who leaves this?” I asked aloud, though I already sensed the answer simmering just beyond the edges of comprehension. “An heir,” he said quietly, the single word vibrating in my mind as though it had weight beyond sound. “A title, not a name. But the blood of Blackridge carries it forward. This… is their first declaration.”