Walking Away With His Heir Novels & Stories

he asked and saw his parents nod their heads “Wow!!” he exclaimed happily “but!” his grandpa cleared his throat. Aurelio face dropped immediately, what could his grandpa be thinking, what is he about to say now!? “but what grandpa?” Aurelio asked lowly and saw his grandpa look at his father. “I will still discuss it with your father then back with you, so rest your mind..you are entitled to both. You are taking over as the heir but still I will talk to my son” his grandpa replied

"It doesn't matter, I told you before. If she isn't choosing to walk away from him or choosing to trust I'll protect her then there's no point. She's going to who she trusts and I'm unfortunately not him." "What about the kids?* I asked. "The kids?" He stroked his chin. "Yes, the kids. Are you also leaving them in Noah's care since you clearly trust Roselyn's judgement so much." "I'm taking them to the pack. They are my heir after all." I scoffed at him. "What?" He questioned. “You really believe Roselyn will let you take the kids? "I don't expect it to be an easy fit but I have the rights to my kids."

I'm just letting you know what's going on in the world outside. - My son is my heir. - And where is Romeo? – the vampire looks around theatrically – I don't see him here. Oh, it's true, he ran away with a werewolf, and you don't know where he is. That's your heir. A gay man who runs away with the first pair of pants he sees without caring in the slightest about the kingdom or the species he takes to bed. In microseconds, Vlad has come down from the podium, and his hands are around his uncle's neck.

But he hadn't done that. He had landed his private jet, bypassed the city, and driven an entire armed escort straight to my gates to claim a boy he had never seen a picture of. He was trying to secure the heir first. He was trying to put his hands on my blood before I could establish my own defense. Grandma Celeste stood in silence for three long, heavy seconds, her mind working through the implications. Slowly, she nodded her head, her face pale. "It's very strange," she agreed, her voice dropping to a whisper of genuine concern.

As Nyka approached the center of their hideout, her smile broadened. She couldn't wait to tell her father that the “Heir” didn't return — his Heir and the strange thing he had brought here with him. That mortal. Useless. It was good riddance! They were both gone, now sanity would return.

Beside me, my mate's face split with a proud smirk as he stared at me and drawled in our mindlink, "Fuck, that's my girl." His warm words and the pride glinting in his eyes gave me a new reserve of courage. When Father remained stunned and made no attempt to answer my very simple question, I decided to do that myself even though everyone in the room knew the answer. A slow smirk grazed my lips, "Because the only way you can get it done in a squeaky clean manner is for me to sign and announce that I'm stepping down as an heir of my own free will. Because by doing so, no one would raise a question or suspicion about anything especially when I'm already married to the King of the North so it wo

I give him a small smile and unlike me, Cyrus can’t contain his excitement as well. His face turns red as he blushes at my words and he grins at me like an idiot. “I know you’ll take good care of the Pack while I’m gone.” I told him just after arriving at the airport. Cyrus nods his head with a sincere smile just as it quickly turns into a devious one. “And you better make the most out of your trip. Maybe even come back with an heir. You’re not getting any younger, old man!” He teases and just before I could tell him off, he steps on the gas and drives away. I shake my head and mutter ‘idiot’ under my breath.

"I'll come back. We'll figure this out. We'll find a way." The Rites of Passage weren't optional—not for a Stonehaven heir. Every alpha-blooded son had to complete the three-month isolation in the northern territories before they could claim their place in the pack hierarchy. It was tradition, ritual, law. Alec had known it was coming since he was old enough to understand what his last name meant. But knowing didn't make it easier. He'd spent weeks trying to find a way around it, some loophole that would let him stay, but his father had made it clear: refuse the Rites, and he'd forfeit his claim to everything—his inheritance, his position, his voice in the Council. He'd become nothing. And i

Hartley paused for a moment, then asked, “Shall I prepare for any potential resistance from Margaret and Benson?” Mr. Williams chuckled, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and determination. “Let them resist. They’ve played their games long enough. This isn’t about them anymore—it’s about securing the future of this family and its legacy. Adrian is the future.” The next morning, as Mr. Hartley arrived at the estate, Mr. Williams greeted him in his study. They spent hours going over the necessary documents, ensuring every detail was in place to name Adrian as the official heir to the Williams empire.

"I love you. I know I don't say it enough. I know I'm not good at showing it. But I love you." Isabella's heart cracked. "Damien " "I'm going to end it. The engagement. The lies. All of it." His voice was fierce. "I'm going to tell my grandfather that I'm choosing you. That I'm choosing our baby. That I don't care about the company or the family or any of it." She stared at him. "You're going to what?" "I'm going to walk away. From Thorn Enterprises, from the board, from everything. We'll move somewhere far from here. Somewhere safe. Somewhere we can raise our child without all of this... darkness."