Heir Undeniable

Contents Playlist Pronunciation Guide Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Epilogue Acknowledgements One more thing: Heir Undeniable Hannah James Copyright © 2023 by Hannah James All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any correlation to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. *WARNING* This book is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. ‘Heir Undeniable’ is a paranormal romance novel that contains violence, graphic killing, and foul language. It also has mentions of or references to sexual assault and illegal drugs, as well fertility and/or pregnancy. Any and all sexual content occurs between consenting adults and includes but is not limited to edging. ‘Heir Undeniable’ does not contain any depictions of non-con, dubious consent, or cheating. ‘Heir Undeniable’ is the first book in the Night Heir series. Playlist Placebo - Post Blue (Chapter 7) Tautu Meitas - Raganu Nakts (Chapter 11) Fleurie - Love and War (Chapter 12) Edison Lighthouse - Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) (Chapter 14) 5 Seconds of Summer - Teeth (Chapter 19) Rosenfeld - I Want To (Chapter 28) Monsta X ft. Sebastian Yatra - Magnetic (Chapter 31) Saint Mesa - Throne (Chapter 32) Billie Eilish - I Love You (Chapter 32) Kina - Get You The Moon ft. Snow (Chapter 33) J2 - No One Like You (Chapter 34) Ruelle - War Of Hearts (Chapter 36) Nine Inch Nails - Closer (Chapter 44) Spice - Go Down Deh (Chapter 44) Available on Spotify: Heir Undeniable Pronunciation Guide Names: Donika → Doh-ni-kah (Say it like Monica) Kirill Sokolov → Kih-reel So-ko-lov Aricia → Ah-reeh-see-a (Roll the ‘r’ a little) Aleixo Nikolaides → Ah-lex-oh Nic-uh-lay-des Vass → (Say it like Haas) Expressions: Gliko mou → glee-koh mo Agori mou → ah-gôh-rih mo Enklimatías → en-clee-mah-tias Achreíos → ah-cray-yos Cochetă → coh-keh-tuh Svoloch → s-vo-litch Principessa → prin-chi-pes-sa Barátom → bah-ra-toohm (emphasis is on second syllable, roll the ‘r’) Places: Carpathia → Car-path-ee-a Tzigane → Zi-gahn AUTHOR’S NOTE: If you like sugar and spice, you think morally gray is nice, and you don’t mind reading books one handed, then this one's for you. Prologue Here we go again. Yet another new town, yet another new house. The monotony of it all. I closed my eyes and took a breath, frowning at the mingling scents filling my nose. The first thing I smelled was wet grass and the pleasantly sweet, sharp scent of it always rendered me a tad nostalgic because it reminded me of the Faroe Islands. I hadn’t been there in a while, but there was nothing else like it. The lush greenery and tranquility of the islands was medicine for a battered soul. The wind changed direction, and the older, musty, mossy smell of the trees replaced the aromatic scent of the grass. I could hear the birds flitting around between the branches, their tiny hearts beating out a furious rhythm. One of the downsides of having overactive senses was seeing and hearing everything. Somewhere along the floor of the woods, a mouse sensed a predator and scurried for cover, and the sudden movement of the small rodent kicked up some soil. The musky, earthy odor of it dredged up dark memories, and I shook my head to exorcize the phantoms of my past. Then, a sharper smell overwhelmed me. Manure. The stench of it reminded me of the mud and piss-filled streets of yore and dirty, snotty children scuttling about. Remembering the chaos that had accompanied it made me more appreciative of the fact that I now found myself living in the relative calm of the 21st century. Something in my consciousness pushed aside the smells as a familiar sense of unease began trickling down the back of my neck, like a spider skittering across my skin. Something was about to fall. A crash somewhere nearby confirmed the sensation and I groaned to myself. The incompetence I had to deal with was staggering. I could do nothing to stop the frown from furrowing my brow and I opened my eyes to see what the problem was. A mover dropped a box. They were scurrying around like worker ants, carrying furniture and boxes into the new house. For a moment I wanted to see which mover was responsible for the idiocy, but after all this time, faces blurred together and I dismissed the thought. It didn’t matter; it was just a box after all. Just another box of trinkets in the mountains of useless crap that my mother had accumulated over the years. I shoved my hands into my pockets and leaned back against my car, gazing out at the sprawling lawns that surrounded the estate we were moving into. Again. We’d lived in so many places, I’d lost count. I suppose I could have moved out years ago and lived on my own, but when my mother kept choosing houses with this many rooms, why would I? Besides, I would rather not live on my own. I actually did like my family. The property my mother chose this time was vast in dimension, more so than some of her past choices. The lawns tumbled over thirty acres