The Alpha's Four Hidden Heirs
BLURB.
I try to go back to the memory and see if I could see his face but it just made my headache worse.
Fuck, this isn't good, this is not good at all. I lost my virginity to a man that I do not remember. Just listening in, I know that he's not in this room and he's probably long gone.
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Natalie Nichols lost the only parent that she knew and as if that wasn't enough, she was thrown into a new life with people who were supposed to be her family, but she barely even knew them.
A one night stand led to her destruction, her children were taken away from her and she was thought to be dead. But now she's back, more powerful and not the same weak girl as before.
Will she be able to get her children back or will she fall in love with the man that got her pregnant in the first place?
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Chapter 2
Natalie The guards dragged me out into the freezing border, I was barefoot and trembling. My mother was dead, no one can help me now. At the border of Moon Shadow Pack crying, Istill hoping my father would reconsider and come back for me. Maybe the Moon Goddess still favors me. I heard the sound of an approaching car and I quickly stood up. I recognised that car, it belong to Yara, my twin sister, did my father send her to come get me? She came out of the car and made her way over to me. "I'm sorry that this is happening to you Natalie, I'm here to help I have an apartment you can stay in." She tells me but I'm wary of her help. Because she was very unfriendly to me when I just returned to the wolf pack. "Why would you help me?" I ask her and she smirks. "Anyway, you are my sister, and you're the only one who knew our mother, I would like to know more about her. So, do we have a deal?" She asks me. "Yes we do." I tell her, it's not like I had any other choice. I followed Yara to her apartment. I am very grateful to have my twin sister by my side when I was down and out. Yara and I looked exactly alike-it was like staring into a mirror. Maybe it was that uncanny resemblance, or maybe the quiet bond between sisters, that made me trust her so deeply. For nine months, she had often visited my apartment, bringing warm soup and soft laughter with her. She would place her hand gently on my swollen belly and talk to the baby, smiling as she said that one day she would be the best aunt in the world. And I, in return, would tell her stories about our mother-how she helped others as a healer, how her eyes softened whenever she looked at the patients. Nine months later, the day finally came.The contractions hit harder than I expected, yet I wasn't afraid. Because Yara was there-holding my hand, whispering that everything would be fine. And as I surrendered myself completely to her care, I believed, with all my heart, that I was safe. A long time has passed. The sound of crying babies finally spread throughout the apartment. I was so weak, I had lost a lot of blood but all I wanted was to hold my children. Yara had finished cleaning them up and had them swaddled up in a blanket, she held both children in her arms. "Yara, please give them to me, I want to hold them." But When I looked up at her, her smile wasn't kind anymore-it was cruel. "Poor Natalie," she whispered, "You really thought I cared, didn't you?" Her laughter was soft at first, then cutting, echoing in the room. "All this time, you believed I was your sister, your only family left who can help you. But I was only waiting-for this moment." I tried to speak, but my throat was dry, my body trembling from the strain. "Yara... what did you say...?" She leaned closer, her eyes glinting with cold amusement. "I say I hate you!" She whispered. "I've hated you from the moment you came back." Her eyes gleamed like shards of ice. "Your mother was rejected and she took you away. I should be the only daughter of Moon Shadow Pack. Yet father still bring you back home after your bitch mother died. He looked at you as if you were some miracle." She stepped closer, her voice dripping venom. "Do you have any idea what it's like to watch you steal everything that should have been mine? His affection. The title of heir. The pack's respect. Why didn't you die outside with that bitch?" My heart pounded. "Yara... That's also your mother. And I never wanted to take anything from you-" "Natalie," she snapped, her composure shattering for a moment. "I'll never claim that bitch is my mother. If you're so in love with that slut, I'll make sure you see her-right now." My breath caught. "What are you talking about?" I watched her slowly ignite the curtains. Before she left, she leaned in until I could feel her breath on my ear. "Do you remember that night?" she whispered. "When you woke up with no memory of how it happened? When you thought it was some stranger who took advantage of you?" I stared at her, my pulse roaring in my ears. "It was me," she said, almost gently. "I gave you the drink. I wanted to ruin you. And it worked." The room spun. The betrayal felt like fire beneath my skin. "You drugged me..." I breathed, barely able to form the words. "Yes," she said, with quiet satisfaction. "And now I'll bury your two babies." She threw back her head and laughed as the flames hungrily licked at the curtains, I could only watched her silhouette with my two babies swallowed by orange light. As the fire spread, I used all my strength to jump out of the window. I was dizzy, the stress of escaping from the fire and pushing out two babies was finally catching up to me. I tried my best to keep my eyes, because I noticed someone is closing. "Miss, are you ok?" Someone approached me and I immediately shifted back because I didn't know if he was working with Yara. "I promise I'm just trying to help you, you're bleeding, you need to see a healer." He tells me and I know that he's right. "No healing house." I tell him, because if I go to a healing house, Yara will know that I'm alive. "I understand, there's somewhere I can take you." He tells me. The helpful stranger took me to a homeless rogue shelter, luckily they had a healer. And what surprises them most was I still carrying another two babies in my belly... With the help of the healer, I gave birth to my anthor two babies. The healer helped check the baby and I'm really grateful. I stayed there for a week and everyone was kind even helped me with the boys but I knew that I couldn't stay there forever, that couldn't be my life. I couldn't stay there as long as Yara was still here, I couldn't afford running into her one day. I heard from some of the people at the shelter that Boston was a good place for rogue wolves and that rogues weren't hunted down by the packs there and so that seemed to me like the best place to go. So I packed my bags and with the last of my savings I bought a one way bus ticket to Boston. I had no idea what I was going to do there but I had a good feeling about it. "I swear I will return and I will take back everything......" I said firmly to myself.
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On her eighteenth birthday, Elinor thought she was finally an adult. But a single text message reminded her she was just property.
Boyd Walker, the ruthless billionaire who dictated her every breath, threw a contract onto her bed. He had bought her adoptive father's medical debt—one billion dollars. And she was the sole collateral.
The punishment for even a hint of rebellion was catastrophic.
When her disabled friend tried to check on her, Boyd had his good leg shattered in front of a live security feed just to teach her a lesson.
When she fought off an entitled frat boy at school and came back with a bleeding arm, Boyd didn't comfort her.
Driven by a twisted, suffocating jealousy, he held her under a freezing bath, then tied a red thread with a silver bell around her ankle.
"You are a pet that needs to learn its boundaries."
Every time she moved, the high-pitched ring was a humiliating reminder of her gilded cage. The billion-dollar debt was a chain she could never break, and the monster holding the leash would destroy anyone who dared to help her.
Stripped of her money, her friends, and her dignity, Elinor lay completely still in the dark room for three days, refusing all food and water.
If Boyd wouldn't give her freedom, she would take the only thing she had left to control—her own death.
9.0
Velma spent ten years as Dylan's wife, enduring his mother's cruelty and constant reminders that she was barren-an orphan who didn't deserve him. When she finally became pregnant after a decade of trying, everything fell apart.
Forced to sign divorce papers, heartbroken and pregnant, Velma disappeared.
Five years later, she returned as the world's most famous artist. By her side: Theron, a patient and wealthy man who helped her rebuild her life, and the son Dylan never knew existed.
She came back for an art exhibition, but fate forced her to work at Dylan's fashion company.
The moment Dylan saw her, everything changed. She was no longer the quiet, broken woman he'd divorced. She was confident, powerful, radiant-and married to another man.
Dylan groveled. He begged. He humbled himself in ways he never imagined, willing to do anything to reclaim the wife he'd lost for a second chance.
But Velma was no longer the woman who lived in anyone's shadow.
Will she forgive the man who broke her heart? Choose the man who rebuilt her? Or rewrite the rules and have them both?
Click to find out... This is a why choose when she can have both book.
7.4
When I called my husband while trapped in a kidnapper's warehouse, he laughed. "Stop faking," he said, "my delicate mistress needs her sleep." He hung up. I signed the divorce papers drenched in my own blood, giving up everything just to escape the monster I married.
His mother threw a broken umbrella at me in the rain. I had nothing—no money, no identity, no hope.
But the moment I turned away, eight black Escalades encircled the street. A man in a tailored suit stepped out of a Rolls-Royce, shielding me with an umbrella. In his hand was a DNA test—and twenty-three years of relentless search.
"Your last name isn't Smith," he said, wiping blood from my wrist with his handkerchief. "It's Wilder. The Wilder family. And the man who left you to die?" He smiled, icy. "He owes us nine billion dollars."
8.7
At my father's wedding reception, my new stepmother demanded I give her the sapphire necklace my mother left me when she died.
I told her no. So she had her enforcer throw me to the floor in front of two hundred guests.
He ripped the chain from my neck, shattering my mother's gemstone on the marble floor. When my childhood maid, Arlene, tried to protect me, he kicked her so hard her head cracked open against a stone pillar. My father, a New York mob boss, saw the whole thing and did nothing but laugh with his new bride.
Any love I had for my family bled out on that floor with Arlene.
That night, I found Damien Flynn, my father's sworn enemy. I was supposed to be my father's greatest asset-a virgin daughter to be sold for an alliance. I decided to burn that asset to the ground.
9.6
My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend.
From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down."
That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny.
But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded.
I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said."
Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off."
My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers.
I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal.
Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing.
As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury.
In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho."
How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me?
Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault?
Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred?
I would not be his victim.
Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done.
I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties.
This was not an escape; this was my rebirth.
Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.
8.6
Eight years ago, Rosalyn sold herself for money, and Nathan became her first and only client.
Now, with her wedding approaching, her own fiancé sent her back to the same man.
What should have been one more humiliating transaction dragged her into Nathan's dangerous orbit again-an orbit he had no intention of letting her escape.
As her fiancé cheated and schemed, Nathan crushed him in secret.
When rumors tore at her name, he spent freely to protect her.
But just when he reached for forever, Rosalyn walked away, leaving behind a truth written in blood, loss, and the child they never got to keep.