Heir/Heirness Novels & Stories

"The child *is* the mistake, Kei. The biggest mistake of all." "This child is my heir."His voice hardens, Alpha authority bleeding into every word. "My future heir." *Heir.* Not child, not baby. *Heir.* A possession. A successor. I let out a sound that's half laugh, half sob. "I don't care." "You will." "No." I stare directly into his eyes. "I won't." Then I turn toward the doctor. The poor man looks seconds away from passing out. "Doctor." His eyes widen. "Your Highness—"

“You’re not ready for this.” She folded her arms. “Try me.” Something in his expression shifted—less ice, more storm. “You think this firm is just a law office?” he said. “We sit on ancient courts. We settle blood feuds older than your textbooks. I don’t run a business, Zara. I run a kingdom.” She stared at him. Her mouth parted slightly, but no words came. “The Heir Trial,” he continued, voice low. “It’s not ceremonial. It’s a fight for leadership. For the right to shape the future of the Five Clans.”

Her reflection in the window looked unrecognizable: soot‑stained, hair pinned back in functional defiance, eyes that hadn’t truly slept. “Welcome home,” Adrian said from across the aisle. “If home still applies.” She exhaled through half a smile. “Home is just geography before the first headline hits.” Luca powered up his portable rig, still drowsy from the sedatives but alert when screens cascaded awake. “Public feeds already spinning,” he said. “They’re calling you ‘the crowning heir returning with ashes.’ Poetic nonsense.” “Poetic is deadly before breakfast,” Adrian muttered, scanning the perimeter.

Normally, I should have claimed a man like him a long time ago. But fate had a sick sense of humor. This cold-blooded heir had a deep-seated trauma. When he was a child, he saw his mother cheating behind the Don's back before she was thrown out on the streets. Ever since then, he was disgusted by any woman who tried to get close to him. Those beautiful women who tried to strip and climb into his bed either ended up getting kicked off his territory at gunpoint or simply vanished. The only reason I was the sole woman allowed to stay safe in his territory was that I hid my desire for him behind a sweet, sisterly act.

He had no law ready for an Alpha who simply set the whole thing down and walked away from it. "You cannot renounce to escape the claim," Bram said, but there was a new uncertainty in it, and Maren heard the uncertainty and understood that Dorian had found, exactly as he'd promised, one of the hundred small doors in the law that Bram loved. "The heir is the pack's regardless of who leads it. Blood is blood."

I just looked at that word, four little letters, and felt the floor of my whole life tilt sideways. Heir. Of what? Of whom? Was it a bloodline? A throne? A promise? I had no idea. I refused to guess. I refused to let my heart tell me a story that my head hadn't earned. But I kept looking at it anyway. The missing page. The second copy. The changed records. The First Crown. The protected bloodline. The erased name. The Keeper. And now this. It wasn't a puzzle anymore. It was a picture, and I could finally see the edges of it.

She thought as her heart started racing faster. There was a long pause before she finally opened her mouth to speak. "If your granddaughter is of noble blood, does that mean you are too? I don't think I recall what house you belong to." She knew that there were thirteen main noble houses, some of their names she had them committed to memory because they were friends and acquaintances of the General. "Lord Earn of House Whitby." A chill ran down her spine. Of course, she should have known. The old house, the old man, the staff he carried, the weird way he talked and looked at her.

"This is not what you're here for so why don't you just get on with it instead of trying to get answers that are unnecessary," "You should watch the way you speak. One snap of my fingers and you could lose something from your body," "Like a give a fuck about that? Geez, I wish you weren't sent to handle this. You're bad when it comes to things like this and yet you want to take over from father as Alpha? You're definitely not qualified for it," "Say all that you want, brother. Your act of treason has put you out of the race for Alpha and I've been given the direct qualification. You'll be lucky to still be alive after I'm done here today,"

"From the very beginning, the heir was the one in Stella's belly!" "This was just an unacknowledged bastard, a creature no one wanted. Why should he have been born?" "So he could live his life branded as a 'mutt'?" I was a walking corpse, shuffling toward the future Don, leaving a trail of scarlet on the floor. Each step left a bloody footprint, a gruesome trail of what we had lost. I stopped right in front of him and asked, my voice devoid of emotion. "Tell me, who was ever looking forward to the birth of the true Gallo heir?"

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.