Brutal Heir Romane & Geschichten

But then again, he didn't have expert knowledge on the recent happenings, so he was forced to agree. “They’re calling it Luna’s Wrath,” he continued. “They’re wrong.” A chill slid down my spine. “Then what is it?” Rael stepped closer, voice dropping. “Inheritance.” The word struck harder than any accusation. I laughed once. It was sharp, brittle. “I don’t come from anyone important” He keeps forgetting I'm an orphan. “You don’t know where you come from,” he corrected. The room trembled. Not physically, but inside me. The light flared in response, climbing my arms in thin silver veins.

Chapter 64 Alina's POV The figure’s gaze bore into me, cold and sharp as winter ice. His silver robe shimmered unnaturally, reflecting the blinding light that pulsed around him like a living thing. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with tension and the scent of burnt earth. Damien stepped forward, low growl rumbling in his chest. “Who are you? Show yourself.” The man’s lips curved into a cruel smile. “I am the First Heir. The one who forged the pact between our kind and the darkness centuries ago.”

“Is this the young man who will be your heir, Mr. Blain? A good choice.” “Yeah, thank you for your praise. Where are the documents that I need to sign?” “Ah, excuse me. I got carried away with pleasantries.” The lawyer opened a brown leather bag, then took out two folders and a pen. Tony Walls, the lawyer, handed the two folders containing the property transfer letters to Sebastian. “Mr. Blain, please carefully review the contents of these letters. Then sign them.” Sebastian carefully read the three sheets of paper containing the property transfer and the values of various assets. One of the papers also contained a letter appointing Andrew Blain a.k.a. Andy as the heir and rightful owner of

“ You know who I am, but I’ll give you a hint, nonetheless. I am the consequence of the blood forgotten. The echo of a family erased.” “The Heir.” We all said in unison. He smiled and I froze. His words, they weren’t just mere titles, it was a claim, a declaration even. The bloodline we had pieced together little by little, the hidden brother, the legacies Rowan had tried and failed to conceal, they’d converged in this one almost terrifying figure, standing tall before all of us, unyielding. Bryan’s voice was a little tight. “You’re… Blackridge-trained. But not one of us.”

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect distraction while he tightens his grip on the company.”

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

I stepped closer. My enormous paws crushed the stones beneath me as I prepared to rip out his throat. “You don’t even know who he is, do you?” the man laughed, the sound wet and broken as more blood spilled from his mouth. He raised a trembling claw toward the wounded thirty-year-old lying in Nessa’s arms. “Look at him! Look at his face, you blind fool! He carries the same cursed eyes your bloodline has hidden for centuries.” “He is the true heir.” My body froze.

I looked at our family, broken, rebuilt, forged in blood and obsession, and smiled. The hidden heir had become the mother of legends. The Reaper had found his equal. And together, with our children, we would face whatever came next. The underworld would never be the same.

"First, I show up to that alliance that fell apart because of your actions⁠—" "You mean the coup my father tried to pull on you?" Alisa sassed. He blustered, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. "Then you kill my son!" He smacked his fist to his chest. "The heir to the bratva!" I would take it to the grave that the magnificent woman on my lap was my cousin's killer.

I knock the blade from his hand, sending it clattering down the stairs and I pin him against the banister, pressing the edge of my dagger to his throat. “You think you carry Nightwalker blood because of your cursed father?” I hiss back into his mind. “You are nothing, Drake. I carry the blood of the Nightwalker and the Moon Goddess.” His eyes widen. “That makes me the true heir. Lord of all. You were never more than a failed experiment.” His anger shows and his cheeks darken with blood. He is not a true animal of the jungle or he would recognize the king of kings when he saw it.