Romans & histoires Brutal Heir

I smirked at him. “I added a clause.” I refocused my attention on Rayana, causing Alejandro to finally unglue himself from where he stood and draw closer. “Your son, one of the twins, will be my heir.” I looked between the two of them before concluding. “The next Pakhan of the Bratva” Rayana’s breath caught before she looked at me, and Alejandro stiffened.

I needed to see how far he was up to go. "Wow, you are so savage. Listen up, let me tell you the truth that you hate to hear. Even if Grandfather knew I was responsible for your mother's death, nothing would change. You brat! You should learn that I am the true heir of the Johnson Group and you are nothing compared to me. No one can bear an ugly disfigured beast as an heir."

The heir was not broken, the heir was awake, and the heir was ready to fight for his throne. The procession to the cemetery was quieter, more grim. The international dignitaries were left behind; this was for the inner circle, the wolves closest to the kill. The Brian family plot was on a manicured hill overlooking the Hudson-a place of brutalist granite and old money. The wind had picked up, whipping the coats of mourners and carrying the scent of coming rain.

Talia asked, confused. "Mom's order," he sighed. "Get up, Breakfast is ready." After saying that, he left. Talia just bit her lower lip in disbelief. That man is a pain in the ass. Talia has to bear of him being so grumpy. This is her destiny and she must face it. And also, he is her brother. He might not treat her as one but she should have a good and great revenge – that is to love him as her brother if he hates her.

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.

He exclaimed, squeezing me into him, “Who knew Lucius would draw the attention of the Heirs?” The green glow of their eyes had turned to where we could see it now, and this was fucking bad. One of them was a beast of a man, larger than me and living up to every tale that’s been told of him. He sliced easily through Vamp after Vamp as wolves circled him and picked off others. One of which was another Heir.

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One of her hands goes up to lift her sunglasses, “Damian Graham it's unlike you to ignore my calls, is it what that poor orphan has done to you, how can—” I cut her off, dropping the pen onto one of the files before pulling my sleeves into my elbows, I signed deeply “ I’m always busy mum” I responded, my voice sounding low and almost inaudible, she rolls her eyes “ You are wasting time son, all I'm asking is for an heir for us to secure the empire if the womb of that wife of yours, can't carry a son then you have no other option than to impregnate another” she stood up and cleared her voice, and said “ Think about it, I can't watch what I have so worked hard for go down the drain” she turns

If those soldiers realized I had the rightful claim and they’d lose, they would hopefully go back to their families. "I am Brax, the son of former Alpha Braxton and the rightful heir of the Blood Rock pack. I am willing to give you one chance to lay your arms down and step away from this fight before you lose your life for a war that is not yours to begin with." I said to the soldiers guarding the gate. But unfortunately, this wasn’t as easy as I had hoped, and bullets began flying everywhere. Thank the Goddess my allies had my back because I kind of messed up their plans with my speech.

The siblings believing this since his strategy had led to victory the last time gathered their troops and staged a full-scale invasion of the winter court, it would be their first and last mistake, for in truth detok had planned to use them as sacrifices, for their father. Refrot cam out in all his glory, laying waste to their armies, fatally injuring the siblings, in time to see one of his long-forgotten offspring silently slitting his siblings’ throats and offering a silent prayer to him, and for the first time in a millennium refrot smiled, this fey, this forgotten and abandoned offspring of his whom he claimed had no fey blood in him was to be his heir. Detok was soon on his way to the d