روايات وقصص ضمن Wrath Of The Exiled Heir

Freedom "I'm really sorry for myself!" Lia laughed. "Oh, why did I do this to myself? Ghad, why did I lower myself to someone like you?" anger and sorrow were visible in Lia's eyes at that time. "It's over now, Ethan! I'm done with all of your insults! Your insult against me is enough for me to wake up! You're really the most worthless and coldest man that I have ever met!" Lia shouted while her eyes were red with anger.

“Duke.” Her son jerked like a puppet on strings. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “You didn’t inform me that the damsel was pregnant when you convinced me to send her to war. You let your sins write the story of another’s death. And for that, I strip you of title, of inheritance, and of courtly protection. You are hereby exiled — to the Shadow Wastes, beyond the Eastern Veil. You may take nothing with you.” Gasps erupted. Several nobles stood abruptly, either to protest or flee. My mother clutched my hand. Duke had gone pale as marble, his mouth opening and closing, no sound emerging.

He threw a glance of disdain at her before spinning on his heels and proceeding towards the door. "I don't forgive betrayal, barbarian. You'll fucking pay for setting her free. I curse you..your wrath will turn you into a beast every full moon and you won't be able to produce an heir," her venom-laced voice boomed thunderously in the quiet space. He paused briefly in his stride but continued walking a moment later. ......

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This is my family and I couldn’t have asked for anything more. I promise to always love, to always cherish, and to always protect them with my whole entire life. --- Hello, hello, I hope you enjoyed this mini bonus chapter! This is to coincide with the announcement of the sequel! Book 2 of Banished With His Heir (Running With His Heir) is now up on my profile. Add it to your libraries to be notified on updates. ♡ Thank you again for everyone who has read and loved this book. I am deeply touched by all your kind comments and support. The White Howlers and Blazing Wolves hope to see you on the next one that will be filled with crazy surprises so hop onto book 2 if you haven’t yet xo

He pushed me away and growled back. “With this football career and business, you can’t change the fact that Salvatore family’s blood circulates in your veins, Crown Prince Xavion Waller Salvatore. And when the time comes, you will have to accept your destiny and fulfill your duties as an heir, serving the sacred throne of the North!” “In your dreams!” Although Zion was urging me to punch him in his face, Beta Alvaro standing behind Austin gestured to me to end this quarrel. I had many other matters to attend to, so taking a deep breath, I acted upon my wise Beta’s advice and spoke.

He started forward and I started toward him and nothing was going to stop us from reaching each other. Then a low growl came from behind me, different from any I had ever heard, deep, ancient and wrong. A massive wolf stepped out of the side corridor, bigger than any natural wolf had a right to be, silver eyes glowing in the torchlight and old scars running along his ribs like tally marks. My mother’s voice came out strangled. “Lyra, step away from the door. That is the first Heir-Hunter.” The wolf’s muscles bunched and his lips peeled back from teeth that looked too long and too sharp. Heir-Hunters were Crown weapons bred for one purpose only, to find and kill any pup born outside the blood

"And his heir used the opportunity to start the slaughter." My mind spins. My throat closes up. "My pack." The words barely leave my lips. My vision blurs, hot tears pressing against my eyes. I inhale shakily. "You said… his heir?" "Yeah," he confirms, leaning back. I lift my head, my body shaking with fury. "He has two heirs," I whisper. "Tristan Sinclair and Thorne Sinclair." I step forward, voice trembling, fists clenching. "Which of these bastards started this war and destroyed my pack?"

“If we declare you an uncontainable threat to the balance?” Alaric, no longer bound by protocol, stepped forward, his body rigid, radiating a protective fury that sent shivers through the chamber. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, a clear warning. “You’ll have to exile us all. Every single member of the High Wolfblood Pack. We are bound to her.”

Role: Heir-Apparent, Seat of Authority: Conditional. My hands curled at my sides. “You were never meant to inherit Evexia,” the silver-haired man said. “You were meant to inherit us”. I took a step forward. “You destroyed my family. Burned my mother alive. Left me in ashes.” “And now,” he said calmly, “we offer you rebirth.” The woman with the midnight eyes leaned in. “We will give you a throne. We will make you untouchable. In return… you speak for us. You become the face the world fears and respects.”