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 5
Natalie- For the past three years, there isn't a place in the world that I haven't been to. You see I was raised outside the pack by my mother, we lived in a village and we were rogues, but unlike the rogues that would usually pillage and kill, we helped people. My mother came from a great line of healers and we helped sick people everyday and she taught me everything that she knew, passing down years and years of wisdom. After I got my degree I focused more on my mother's work and everything that she had taught me about traditional medicine and my practice grew and I did more research and I was able to save more people. Everyone wanted to find out who I was but that wasn't possible because every time I went out for a case, I wore a different mask. You see that's the thing with humans and also the supernatural, we always want to know, we can't just accept a good thing like that. I didn't do what I did for the money or the recognition, I just wanted to help people and I knew the moment I revealed my identity that would all change and I couldn't have that. I wanted a normal life for me and for my children. But for the past year, the spark I felt doing what I loved to do best was gone. I was stuck treating greedy old men who just didn't want to die and finally I decided I was done. I had enough money to return to Delmore and that was the push I needed to leave and when I got here I was going to do what I intended to do with my gifts in the first place which was to heal people who couldn't afford to go to the hospital for help. But so as to not draw any attention to myself, I accepted a job as the head coroner for the city, no one would ever suspect a coroner who deals with dead people to be the one healing the sick. After we got to our house and I got the kids settled, my mind was still on the little girl at the airport but also on what Clayton said. Did she actually look like me? The one thing I did notice were her eyes, they were blue just like mine, but blue eyes weren't that uncommon unlike emerald eyes so I couldn't count it as anything. But Layla my wolf was curious about her and she did not want me to turn away. But thinking about her made me think about my daughter, she would be around the same age as the little girl was. Everyday I prayed to the goddess to keep my children safe until I could get them back. Now that I was back in Delmore I was going to start my search, it shouldn't be that hard, Yara isn't known to keep a low profile. "Mummy, you have some new emails." Xavier tells me, dragging me out of my thoughts. "Xavier, what have I told you about going on mummy's computer." I glare at him. "I'm sorry mummy, I just wanted to see if Ian had sent any emails, he said he would." He says and I immediately feel bad. Ian was our neighbour back in Denver, he was this older gentleman, he helped me with the kids whenever I needed help and he didn't ask for anything in return. The kids loved him and that was the hardest part about leaving. "I miss him too bubba, I'm sure he'll send the email soon and if he doesn't then we'll just call him alright." I tell him and that brings a smile to my face. "Whoa, mom, this man is offering you a hundred million dollars. It says that he's really sick and no one has been able to figure out what's wrong with him. He is offering to pay you 100 million dollars to treat him." Clayton says. When exactly did he leave the sofa and get over here. "Clayton." I scold him. "Sorry mum." He says but from the smirk on his face, I can tell that he isn't sorry at all. Clayton just can't stay away from any device. I don't even bother to read the email, I just close my laptop and face my children. "You're not going to take the job?" Xavier asks me. "Yeah mummy, that's a lot of money." Clayton adds. "Now what do I always tell the both of you?" I ask them. "Money isn't everything." The both say at the same time. "Exactly, now go wash up for dinner, we don't have any groceries yet so I'm going to order pizza." I tell them and they hoot in excitement as they run up the stairs. I order the pizza and then I open up my laptop, I close my email and click on the google search engine and then I type in Yara's name. Her Instagram handle pops up and it's clear that she's been traveling a lot but there aren't any pictures of children and my heart is about to sink until I stumble upon a picture, it's of her hand and then there are two tiny hands in hers and she captioned it my heart and this was posted about four months ago. This meant that they were alive, my children were alive and Yara kept them. But why? ***************** My phone starts ringing, dragging me out of my sleep and I wonder who exactly is calling me by this time, I look at the bedside clock and it's five in the morning. I pick up the call. "Hello." "Natalie, this is Jim Reynolds, I'm sorry to bother you because I know you don't officially start work until next week but I need your help. My people just uncovered several plastic bags by the river bank and they were filled with body parts." He tells me. Jim Reynolds is the chief of police for Delmore, I haven't officially met him but we have talked on the phone before. "Alright, I'll be right there, just send me the location." I tell him and then I cut the call. I grab my kit, it has everything that I need inside and then I change my clothes. I go into the kids room and wake Clayton. "Hey sweetheart, mummy has to leave for work, but I'll be back soon, you know the drill right?" I asked him. "Yeah, don't leave the house, no playing with fire, use the microwave." He sleepily tells me. "That's my boy." I kiss him on the head as he goes back to sleep and then I leave the house and get into my car, it's time to get to work.
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8.7
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.