His Heirs to Come

Just as Wolford Damon turned his back, the shadow behind the trees reemerged, looking back at him with a grin. He knows where Harper was taken now, he could tell Brayden as soon as he gets back. A man from the camp saw him as he neared, but he managed to kill him, only gaining a small cut on the shoulder.

With the realization that he now has the information he needed,he ran away victoriously. He knew Brayden would grant whatever he asks as a reward.

The shadow figure didn’t notice but there was someone else who saw him lurking around the camp. Her name’s Shahila Ruben, a she-wolf who was expected by everyone as the new wolf queen. She has been in love with the Lycan king all her life, and he has no clue. What she knew is that someday, he’ll come to realize she’s the perfect match for him.

As soon as he announced Harper as his mate, she knew she gained herself a new enemy.

And she isn’t the type that would give up on things she wants. Especially if it’s Wolfard Damon.

A grin emerged on the side of Shahila’s face. She saw the man’s face. She knew from what pack that man belonged to.

She clicked her tongue, knowing damn well that she need not to do anything. All she has to do is to lay back and watch things happen. And it’ll burn, she knows.

“Shahila, the king is looking for you.” – Helga, one of her friends in the camp, said

Shahila took one more look at the woods and turned.

“Sure. Did he say what this is about?”

Helga shrugged. Shahila rolled her eyes and went to the common room.

Inside, she got a closer glimpse of the new wolf queen sitting on the couch, being served hot tea by some of their men. She looked at her and gave a shy smile. She didn’t give the same energy.

Shahila searched the room for Damon. She found him at the window, looking afar. When she was near him, she cleared her throat, announcing her presence.

He gave her a sideward glance and then spoke.

“You’re the next alpha female in rank, Shahila. Don’t you think it’s time for you to choose a mate?”

Shahila took a gulp. If he only knew, she has chosen her mate a long time ago.

Only to watch him choose someone else.

“I know, my king. However, I can’t choose the mate that suits me.”

“That’s nonsense. You have a lot of options. There’s Gendric, Adrock, Mildred. They’re one of the best we have.”

She gave him a nod. Doesn’t even know what to say. With her peripheral, she can see Harper. And the hatred in her heart grew even more. It fostered into rage.

“Don’t worry about it, my king. I have my own choice. It’s only time that I’ll get him to choose me as his mate as well.”

Damon nodded.

“Of course. I believe none could say no to you, Shahila. This wolf’s one of the lucky ones.”

She bit her tongue. If only he knew…

After that, she excused herself. With some last-minute excuse saying she needed time to prepare for the next full moon. It would be Harper’s ceremony, and two weeks from now. Shahilaknew a lot can happen in two weeks.

For one, that can be utilized to find an interruption. Something that will make a delay. Or better, an intervention.

Thinking about it, Shahila marched outside the common room and into her tent. She knew she has to do something. It has to be handled her way.

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Damon couldn’t stop thinking of what he saw in the woods. That slight movement of the trees and the blood on the fern plant. He’s still having a debate with himself whether there was something to worry about or none.

“You’re in deep thought, my king.” – Harper sat beside him.

“This is nothing. How are you coping up?”

She sighed. All she can think about was her grandma. Where she’s been, what happened to her. All that the king tells her is that she’s in a safe place as they speak. Where that place is a mystery to her.

“I’m… I feel better than yesterday.”

“That’s good. This is your new home, Harper.”

She nodded and smiled. For her, this is the safest place there can be. She would be hunted by Brayden if she weren’t here. Surrounded by these people and with Damon defending her, she knew nothing could go wrong. All she felt on her heart was gratefulness and thanksgiving for the Lycan king.

“Thank you, my king. I will live my life in deep gratitude of you.”

“There’s no need to. Now, can I ask you something?”

She grabbed her skirt. She knew where this is coming. He’s going to ask her about Brayden and the pack that was running after her.

“Go on.” – Harper consented 

Damon cleared her throat. Something keeps him from asking whatever it was.

“Well, I don’t think you remember this because as I remember, you were too drunk… but… “

Harper felt her heartrate doubled. Oh no, she thought. She felt like she already knew what was coming.

“Wait, are you…?”

He didn’t wait for the rest of the question before nodding. She gasped, covered her mouth with her right hand and looked away.

“Oh no, this is too embarrassing…” – Harper kept repeating. Flashbacks of her drunken night alluded her. Uncontrollable. Regretful even.

Damon knew it was too much to remember. Even him, when he remembered the night they shared at that cheap hotel room and the unleashed beast that was her, he couldn’t help but blush. They were untamed and hungry and feral, to name a few.

But that one intoxicated night was something that brought him to her. And that was enough. He gained a queen. He found a mate.

“That’s… that’s fine. You don’t need to regret anything.”

“That was you?!” – Harper exclaimed, dawning the realization that the masked man she had the perfect night was staring at her now right at the face.

Damon nodded.

“Wow… this is unbelievable. Did you track me down right after?”

“I went home because of an urgent matter. That’s why you woke up without me. But when I came back to check on you, you weren’t there anymore.”

That explained why, she realized. It was the panic that came over her that she ran out to come back to her grandma’s cabin. Right where everything changed.

“It’s too late to regret now, isn’t it?”

Damon was quite hurt of what she said. Never did he think that she was feeling that way. He frowned and then shook his head.

Whatever that meant.

“Look, Harper. I meant nothing bad to you. What I only need was that you realize that I’m serious about being your mate. That night we shared, I treasure it in my heart. I knew it was the right thing to do.”

Damon waited for Harper’s reaction. And it came late.

She stared at his eyes for almost a minute, maybe searching for a clue on something she feared. Suddenly, she placed her right palm on her bosom, feeling it.

Damon knew it already occurred to her new queen. That night was something more than just lovemaking to him. It was the night he procured his heirs.

Harper didn’t know it yet, but as of this moment, she was carrying his heirs on her womb.