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Theron finally looked back at Aira. “You felt me coming, didn’t you?” Aira hesitated for a moment before answering. “Yes.” Her voice was calm but cautious. “My child reacted.” Theron nodded slowly. “That’s because the Blood Alpha recognizes ancient blood.” Rowan frowned. “Ancient what now?” Theron glanced at him briefly. “The old bloodlines.” Kael’s expression hardened. “Speak clearly.” Theron folded his arms behind his back. “There were once five dominant bloodlines among wolves. The strongest Alphas were born from them.”

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

Mother listed as Elena Steele, maiden name Thorne. Thorne. I knew that name. I pulled up pack histories on my dad's computer, cross-referencing bloodlines and territory records. The Thorne bloodline was old and rare, carriers of the Silver Wolf gene. I dug deeper, finding records from fifty years ago. Silver Wolves had been hunted to near-extinction. Claiming wars, forced matings, and bloodline theft. Only a handful of female Silver Wolves were left and most were in hiding.

"Blood lineage testing can be done using either your wife's DNA, as my mother's sister, or my parents' DNA records in the pack registry." The color drained from Uncle Harold's face. His mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for water. He clearly hadn't expected this. "The pack registry keeps blood samples and DNA records of every wolf born within its territory," I continued, my voice steady despite the rapid beating of my heart. "Those records can't be altered or destroyed, not even by a pack member with connections." Aunt Evelyn wrung her hands nervously. "Harold, maybe we should—" "Be quiet!" he snapped, turning his fury on her.

I never thought it had anything to do with Maliyla, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense; all the bad shit started happening right after she left. It wasn't until I started researching her bloodline that I found the most interesting thing about her. Until that moment, I did not know that a bloodline like hers existed, and I was sure that her parents didn't know. However, it now made sense why her father was such a skilled fighter and why everything started falling apart after she was gone. Maliyla came from the Odulf bloodline. As a result of having a member of the bloodline in the pack, it was said that all aspects of the pack would flourish. Although the books didn't hav

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.

I carry the Godfather's bloodline. The air froze instantly. Marco's face turned a violent shade of red. The hand gripping Mia's backside tightened suddenly. She let out a muffled cry of pain but did not dare struggle. "What did you say?" The words squeezed out between Marco's teeth. His eyes locked onto my flat stomach, as if fire might erupt from them at any moment. The next second, his thick hand wrapped around my throat. "You've always been a rude little tramp. But at the very least, you shouldn't throw filth onto the Godfather."

"They are my family. No one else’s." "Do not play corporate games with me, Director," Dominic growled, stepping closer until his massive frame completely blocked the light above me. His powerful, ancient Lycan scent—a mix of dark cedar, winter frost, and raw dominance—flooded my senses, making my inner wolf stir with an electric shock. "This boy carries the pure, blinding silver fur trait. That trait does not belong to standard pack wolves. It belongs exclusively to the direct royal line of Apex Global. It belongs to my bloodline."

He held up the scroll, trembling. Elder Murak took it with visible reluctance. “Who dares challenge the chosen Alpha Prince?” The scribe shook his head. “No name. Only this… it’s sealed in ancient blood.” Gasps broke from the crowd. Not whispers. Not murmurs. Real, audible shock. Kai and Aria turned at once upon hearing that. The Elders unfolded the scroll, revealing a single crimson sigil scorched into the parchment. It was ancient. And unmistakable. The Wolfbane mark. A long-dead line, a cursed bloodline eradicated in the Great Purge over a century ago. Their name had been stricken from the records, their territory burned, their kin hunted down to the last child.

Cliffhanger Ending – Chapter Twenty-Nine That night, Helena returned to her dorm room and opened the strange notebook again. Inside, on the last page—now faintly visible under the light—a name had appeared in smeared ink. Sophia Blackwood Beneath it, a single line scratched in uneven writing: “Trust no one wearing white.” She stared at the words, heart pounding. White… like the nurse uniforms? Like the school admin? Or someone else entirely? Absolutely! Here's the continued Chapter Twenty-Nine of The Bully Who Fell First, where new alliances begin to form—and Bianca’s manipulations take a darker turn.