The Wrong Heir

The Wrong Heir Plot

While my sun slept soundly in his cradle, my nephew Kane Blackwood and his friends carried him up to the second floor of the Blackwood mansion and threw him out the window.
The child I had given my life to bring into this world died right before my eyes.
I lost my mind.
Because my nephew was still a minor under family law, he barely faced any consequences.
I never got my revenge.
That winter, I died of a broken heart.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the Dragon Gathering.
This time, I immediately called my birth family and sent my son away.
When I stepped into the courtyard again, a sickening crack exploded beside me.
A half-dragon baby with tiny dragon horns tumbled out and slammed onto the frozen stone courtyard.
On the second floor, my nephew shot me a smirk.
I stood frozen.
I had just handed my son over to my birth family.
Who was the tiny body lying in the courtyard?