While She Wore My Crown I Left With His Heir Novels & Stories

“She was supposed to be so prideful and arrogant. Look at her now. She’s nothing now.” Nothing indeed. “Come along, Your Majesty.” A kind voice speaks softly, and I feel Harriet’s hands on my arms as she guides me down from the altar. “You should change and eat. Then we’ll arrange for some suitable dresses for you. We have a busy day ahead of us.” “Yes.” As I let her lead me through the doors, I hazily wonder how long I’ll have to carry out this charade. Maybe once I give Cedric his heirs, he will get rid of me. A small, weary smile crosses my lips.

Right then, the banquet hall doors flew open with a bang. Lena strutted in, decked out in a stunning gown, flanked by her bodyguards. "Nolan!" she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I heard someone was giving you trouble..." Her words trailed off as she caught sight of William next to me, the broken glass, and the gunmen in black sprawled on the floor. Lena's expression flipped in an instant.

My own voice rang out, sounding like a thousand bells in a nursery. I didn't move toward her as a warrior. I moved toward her as a Warning. I stood on the spinning silver floor, my bare feet leaving prints of Black-Emerald-Gold Defiance that refused to be inherited. I wasn't fighting my daughter; I was Invalidating the Throne. "The Child’s Crown isn't a secret, Hope! It’s a Heirloom of Chains!" I cried out. "The World-Tree doesn't just grow in the light—it grows in the Decision to be a Disappointment to your Fate!".

My hands, hanging at my sides, clenched into tight fists, my nails digging into my palms so hard they nearly drew blood. I wiped the sourness from my mouth and instinctively hid the bag of supplements behind my back. "It's none of your business." "How is it not our business?" Liana stepped closer with a sly smile, deliberately caressing the heavy golden locket—a symbol of the pack mother—hanging around her neck. "Kaelen doesn't want me to feel wronged, so he's decided to hold a Grand Naming Ceremony for our son tomorrow. It's a historic event, I know, and as the former mate, you should come and give the heir your blessing, right?"

"Then by the power vested in me as King, I declare you Crown Princess Leila of the Lycan Kingdom. May you reign with wisdom and compassion." The crowd erupted into applause. Cameras flashed like lightning. Leila stood there, wearing her mother's necklace and a crown, carrying a secret child, feeling like the biggest imposter in history.

"Now come to bed. Tomorrow, you have a world to lead." I let him lead me out of the study, out of the hall, up the stairs to our room. Our children were already asleep, Micah sprawled across his bed, Lily curled into a tight ball. I kissed their foreheads, then followed Rowan into our bedroom. The crown sat on the dresser, gleaming in the moonlight. My crown. Our present and future. THE END

The room held its breath. She walked to me. Slow. Measuring. She stopped a foot away. Looked at the ring. Then at my left hand. Bare. “Where’s your crown, then?” she asked. Quiet. Only I could hear. “I don’t need one,” I said. “I have his name. And my own.” Something flickered in her eyes. Respect? Amusement? She turned to the dons. “My son chose her. She chose war. And she won.” She looked at Alessandro. “You raised a wolf, not a pet.”

His finger trembled as he pointed at my face. "Victor Wright! Have you thrown basic business sense out the window for a single woman? Fine. If you insist on being this stubborn, someone else will inherit Wright Group! In the end, I traded my position as heir to secure Ashley the sufficient resources she needed. She'd thrown her arms around me that day and sobbed. "I'll prove myself, Victor. I'll show every last Wright that you made the right choice!" And now here was Eddie, telling me that being by my side was too exhausting for her.

CHAPTER 113 — THE CROWN THEY HID ELENA’S POV The portrait remained on the table long after everyone else had left the room, and I could not stop staring at the crown resting on my ancestor's head. It looked almost exactly like the one placed on me during my coronation, down to the strange design carved along its edges. I had spent years believing my crown represented a new beginning, but now I wondered what it had inherited from the past.

The room falls completely silent. "Yes." "She left." "Yes." "She knew she was pregnant." I take another step forward. "But she had no idea who the father was." "She was blindfolded." "Drugged." "Terrified." "She doesn't remember." "I do." My wolf growls beneath my skin. "I remember enough for both of us." I take another slow breath. "I trust Rowan." "I trusted her yesterday." "I trust her today." "And I'll trust her tomorrow." "Because if she ran..."