All Chapters of The Last Blackthorne Heir Returns: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"How convenient for you to claim ignorance now," I said coldly. "After seventeen years of watching me suffer." "I did what I had to do to survive," she whispered. "So did I," I replied, standing up. "And now I'm doing what I need to do to ensure justice is served. Guards, take her back. I'll speak to Clyde now." As Marla was led away, her head bowed in defeat, I took a moment to centre myself. Clyde would be the most difficult confrontation, the man who had been paid to protect me but had instead sold me to my parents' killers. My mates entered briefly, checking on me before Clyde was brought in. Kane's hand lingered on my shoulder, his strength flowing through our bond.

 Kane moved faster than I could blink, his hand closing around Clyde's throat as he slammed him against the wall. "Choose your next words very carefully," he growled, his eyes glowing amber with his wolf's fury.   “Find my brother? They raised him asshat and taught him to use his powers for darkness the very thing you told Jon I would do, but what’s this your wolf told me something very very interest he was raised as Shadowthorne not Blackthorne to ensure those like Donavan that feared my bloodline had no idea who he was and going to install him as the as the next Alpha King, a prince of darkness everything your precious Alliance was meant to fear the most.” I said my eyes blasing.   Clyde's face went ghostly pale at my words, his struggle against Kane's grip ceasing as shock overtook him. Even Kane loo

I dreamed of a forest bathed in silver light, where wolves ran beneath a moon so bright it seemed to illuminate every shadow. Among them was a white wolf with golden eyes – not Diamond, but something older, vaster. She watched me with ancient wisdom in her gaze. —Child of my bloodline,— she spoke directly into my mind. —You have begun to understand your power, but there is much you have yet to learn.— "Who are you?" I asked, though I already suspected the answer. —I am she who blessed the first Blackthorne. She who watches over all wolves, but a dark shadow infects our bloodline. We must find a way to save them, or we will have to do the unthinkable: remove a member of our line from their wolf. Something that hasn’t been done since my brother

"And my brother and I are the culmination of their plan," I said, a chill running through me. "Twins of light and shadow, pitted against each other to recreate an ancient cosmic war." Kane's hand tightened on my shoulder, his voice fierce with determination. "We won't let that happen. Whatever destiny they're trying to force on you, we'll find another way. Even though we’re not twins we were born a year a part but the idea still stands." I nodded, drawing strength from his certainty even as doubt gnawed at me. How did you fight a fate that had been set in motion before you were born? How did you save someone who had been raised from birth to be your destruction? "The ritual tonight is more important than ever," I said, turning back to the maps. "We need to find Elias before they can c

"Indeed," the Priestess agreed, moving toward the centre of the ritual room where preparations were already underway. "Names have power, especially true names given with a mother's love. The Northern Alliance may call him Elias Shadowthorne, but his blood, his soul, knows he is Lucious Blackthorne."As we began discussing the specifics of the ritual, I felt a new determination replacing my earlier fear. The Northern Alliance had been manipulating both of us from the beginning, me through neglect and isolation, my brother through direct indoctrination. But they had built their plans on a fundamental lie, trying to force him into a role that went against his very nature."Great Priestess," I asked as we finished outlining the ritual components, "how do we know all this? How are you so certain of what my mother named him?"A shadow passed over her ancient face. "Because I was there, child. Not physically, the goddess granted me a vision that terrible night. I saw your mother's final mome