All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE ALPHA’S SECRET HEIRS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

4 Chapters

Chapter One

THE BILLIONAIRE ALPHA’S SECRET HEIRS/Beth

The Mating BallThe chandeliers of Moonridge Hall dripped honeyed light onto a sea of wolves pretending to be human—they were in their human form. Silk rustled like whispers over coiled muscle, champagne flutes trembling in hands that could sprout claws in a heartbeat. Asher Voss hated every damn second of it. “Stop slouching,” his mother hissed, her manicured nails digging into his forearm. Selene’s smile never wavered as she nodded at a passing Alpha, her silver-threaded gown swallowing the light. “The Blackthorns have been eyeing you since we arrived. Smile, or I’ll rip it onto your face myself.” She said with a foreboding smile.Asher bared his teeth. “Happy?” “Delightful.” She jerked her chin toward the dais. “Now move. Vera’s waiting.” Vera Blackthorn lounged against the marble steps like a panther sunning itself, her blood-red gown pooling around her. Her smirk sharpened as they approached. “Took you long enough. I was starting to think you’d rather marry a Bloodfang mutt

Last Updated : 2025-02-05

Chapter Two

THE BILLIONAIRE ALPHA’S SECRET HEIRS/Beth

Claiming His LunaLila had stumbled on her feet earlier, slowly losing her consciousness. Asher then took her to his grand bedroom where he took her to the bathroom for her to wash her face—maybe that would jolt her back. The bathroom tiles leached cold through Lila’s knees as she gripped the sink. Her reflection wavered in the gilded mirror—pale, sweat-damp, pupils blown wide. The bond hummed under her skin like a struck tuning fork. “Breathe,” Asher ordered, his voice frayed. He stood too close, his heat searing her back. When she retched again, he gathered her tangled hair in one fist, knuckles brushing her nape. “Don’t—” She jerked away, throat burning. “Don’t touch me.” He didn’t retreat. His scent—pine resin and storm air—thickened the room. “You think I want this?” he growled. “That I’d choose some half-shifted stray over—” Lila spun, slapping him hard enough to crack the silence. His cheek reddened, wolf-light flaring in his eyes. “Finish that sentence,” she hissed,

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Chapter Three

THE BILLIONAIRE ALPHA’S SECRET HEIRS/Beth

The Luna's DilemmaAsher’s shirt clung to his back, still damp from sweat and Lila’s teeth. He’d buttoned it wrongly—third button jammed into the fourth hole—and the collar reeked of her. Wild mint and sex. The guards outside his mother’s study didn’t blink, but their nostrils flared. “Let them smell it”, he thought, slamming the door open hard enough to rattle ancestral portraits. Selene stood silhouetted against floor-to-ceiling windows, dusk bleeding into the room like a fresh bruise. She didn’t turn. “You look like a dockside whore.” “Charming.” He collapsed into a leather armchair, boots thudding onto her prized mahogany desk. “Miss me at the ball?” Her reflection sharpened in the glass. “You humiliated Vera Blackthorn. Sabotaged our alliance. And for what? A half-breed who can’t even—” Asher’s growl vibrated the brandy decanter. “Finish that sentence. I’m curious how far you’ll dig your grave tonight.” She turned slowly, midnight-blue gown swallowing the fading light

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Chapter Four

THE BILLIONAIRE ALPHA’S SECRET HEIRS/Beth

The Alpha's Judgement The air in the Alpha’s war room tasted like rusted iron and burnt coffee. Two weeks. Two weeks since the scent of Lila’s jasmine perfume had clung to Asher’s sheets, since her laughter had curled around the cracks in his resolve. Now her name sat between them like a landmine, detonating in his mother’s voice. “You’re being willfully blind!” Selene Voss slammed her palm on the oak table, the map of their northern territories shuddering under her grip. Moonlight sliced through the stained-glass window behind her, painting her silver-streaked braid the color of fresh blood. “This isn’t about your pride, Asher. It’s about survival.” Asher leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking like a warning. He’d been wearing the same black Henley since yesterday, the collar frayed where he’d tugged it during the endless council meetings. “Funny. Last time I checked, we don’t convict people based on *feelings*, Mother.” The warrior standing at Selene’s shoulder shifte

Last Updated : 2025-02-05

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