Does 'The Merchant Prince Viserys Targaryen SI' Claim The Iron Throne?

SLAP "You think I’ll let Cassian take the fall ?" "He’s my son. You? You’re just a face I regret making"!!. Lucien was born with a secret. One even he didn’t understand. One his father always knew — and hated him for. While his twin, Cassian, lived a life of freedom, Lucien lived locked behind doors, punished for simply existing. He wasn’t allowed outside. He wasn’t allowed to live. He was hidden. Forgotten. Broken. Until one party changed everything. A mafia princess was hurt. Cassian was to blame. But their father made sure Lucien paid the price. That night, Lucien was handed over to Zayn Kingsley — A billionaire mafia heir. One of the Eight who rule the city from the shadows. He has two wives. A daughter. And a dying father whispering: “Give me a son. A true heir. Or lose everything.” Zayn doesn’t believe in weakness. He doesn’t believe in love. And he definitely doesn’t believe in men like Lucien. Zayn is cold. Ruthless. Homophobic. But what Zayn doesn’t know… Is that Lucien carries more than pain. He carries a secret that defies biology, logic, and everything Zayn thought he knew: 🩸 Lucien can bear an heir. And what started as punishment becomes obsession. What started as hate begins to burn into something forbidden… and terrifying. ---

“I built his empire with my blood and my money. He rewarded me by taking my cousin to our bed.” For years, I was the invisible Alpha of the Sandwell Pack. While Maxwell claimed his "duties" kept him from me, I was the one balancing the ledgers, securing the borders, and investing my private millions to turn his dying territory into a gold mine. On my 18th birthday, I finally found out what those "duties" were. I found my fated mate, Maxwell, in the arms of my cousin, Amelie. they mocked me for being a "useful fool," an unpaid servant who funded their luxury while they shared a bed. When I exposed their lies to the Pack, they didn’t offer me justice. They chose Amelie’s fake tears and exiled me on the spot. I didn't steal a cent of their wealth—I left the accounts exactly as I found them: pathetic and empty. Five years later, the girl they threw away is the woman who owns the world. A royal decree from the Dragon King forces all Alphas into the elite Alpha Academy. I return not as a victim, but as a billionaire mogul. Maxwell is there, too—not to beg for my forgiveness, but to hunt me down. He’s humiliated, bankrupt, and determined to make me pay for exposing his "perfect" reputation to the world. But I’m not the defenseless girl he remembers, and I’m not alone. I’ve caught the eye of Sol, the Dragon Prince, a man who finds my power intoxicating. Maxwell wants my blood for the lies I uncovered. The pack wants my fortune to save their skins. But the Dragon Prince? He’s ready to burn anyone who dares to touch his Queen.

He circled her slowly. "Strip. Get on your knees." His silver eyes burned. "I'm going to f** you until your legs give out." Seraphina held his gaze without flinching. "No." A slow smile curved her lips. "I decide now. And you'll beg before I let you taste me." His mouth opened, then shut back. The most powerful king on the continent went silent. *** She was an omega maid auctioned as tribute to settle a war debt while carrying her alpha's secret child and a bloodline that could bring every alpha to his knees. King Vaelarion wanted her body. He never planned on needing her soul. But Seraphina Vale didn't survive twenty-two years of chains to spend the rest of her life on someone else's terms.

They called me wolfless. Weak. Worthless. On my eighteenth birthday, my fated mate, the future Alpha, rejected me in front of the entire pack. The mate bond I'd dreamed of shattered into a thousand pieces, and I was exiled with nothing but the clothes on my back and a broken heart. But what they didn't know was that I was never wolfless. I was cursed. For five years, I disappeared. I trained in secret. I grew stronger. And when my curse finally broke, my wolf emerged—a Celestial Wolf, the rarest and most powerful wolf in existence. Silver fur. Glowing blue eyes. Power that makes Alphas bow. Because I'm not just any werewolf. I am Aria Silvermoon, the lost heir to the throne. The rightful Queen of all werewolves. Now I'm back, and nothing will stop me from reclaiming what's mine. My ex-mate wants me back? Too late. He had his chance and chose someone else. The ruthless Alpha Kade Blackthorn wants to claim me as his? He might be the only one strong enough to stand beside a queen. This is a story of rejection and revenge. Of a broken omega who became an unstoppable force. Of fated mates, second chances, and a woman who refused to let them break her. They thought throwing me away would be the end of my story. They were wrong. This is just the beginning.

All Carnelia Majere wants is to live happily ever after with her handsome Dragon Prince, Primus. To grow old watching their children grow. But the universe has other plans. Torn from the loving embrace of her mate, and leaving her children behind, Carnelia is forced into slavery by her twisted sisters Lyra, Cosima, and Nova, who use her as a weapon to defeat the dragons who have enslaved their people and killed their parents--Primus' kingdom! Hated as a traitor to her people, Carnelia's life becomes irreversibly changed when she is placed on the Southern throne as the Sun Queen, the sworn enemy of her mate's nation. Difficult choices await her as she and her prince as they find themselves in separate parts of the world on opposite sides of a brewing war. But despite the odds, a love like theirs cannot be denied. Even if it means burning down the world to bring them back together again. THIS IS THE THIRD and FINAL BOOK in the DRAGON PRINCE series which also includes "Sacrificed to The Dragon Prince" and "Reclaiming My Beloved Dragon Prince" .

I died with my husband's betrayal on my lips and my unborn child in my womb. One moment I was Mia Weston — billionaire, wife, mother-to-be. The next, I was gone. Erased. Traded like a chess piece by the man who swore to love me forever. Then I woke up. Silk sheets. Marble walls. A maid calling me "My Lady." And a father I had never met looking me dead in the eyes saying — "You have been promised to King Zyren of the Draconis Throne. You leave at sunrise." I thought I was dreaming. I was wrong. King Zyren is not a man. He is ancient, ruthless, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only dangerous things are. He doesn't smile. He doesn't explain. He simply looks at me like I am something he has been waiting for — and that look alone makes my whole body tremble. He calls me his traded bride. I call him my nightmare. But nightmares don't look at you like you are the only breathable air in a burning room. Nightmares don't press you against cold stone walls and whisper "You will learn your place, little human" with a voice so deep it rewrites your bones. And nightmares definitely don't make you forget — even for one dangerous, breathless second — the man who killed you. I was sold to settle a debt. He had waited centuries for exactly me. Neither of us was prepared for what came next.