Novel & Cerita American Bully Bloodlines

"Someone like me? What am I, actually?" She didn’t look away. "Your mother’s bloodline is Alpha. That’s been checked, documented, stamped—last night’s council proved it." She hesitated. "But your father’s bloodline—he’s something older than Alpha. Something nobody’s seen in four generations. Most pack historians thought it was extinct." She tapped her fingers against the cup. "Those two bloodlines—combined—they’ve only ever made one kind of wolf, and it’s happened just twice in all of pack history." I swallowed. "What?"

Half the power of two bloodlines that were never supposed to touch. Impossible. Except that I am reading my own name at the top of the page that says otherwise. Maternal Line: Pure Fox — traceable lineage to the last known Fox Alpha, deceased approximately 30 years ago under circumstances classified as "pack intervention." Paternal Line: Direct descendant of the Alpha line, genetic markers consistent with dominant pack bloodline. Ancient and unbroken. I read it twice. Then again. My father was not just a wolf. He was Alpha blood. Not a rogue in the sense of someone without standing, but Alpha blood outside the council's framework, powerful enough to matter, independent enough to be dangerous

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

"He said my bloodline was a high-yield match for his lineage. That's why he married me. Is this true? Was my mother aware of this?" "Caden is an arrogant boy playing with matches in a powder keg," Maren scoffed, straightening up and walking behind her desk. "Your bloodline isn't just a 'rare match' for his pathetic lineage, Sera. Your bloodline is Ashborne. It is an ancient, sovereign strain that predates the modern pack system by thousands of years. It doesn't produce 'strong heirs' for lesser Alphas. It carries a genetic resonance that makes standard Alpha commands completely useless against you. Someone went to extraordinary lengths to chemically and mentally suppress your wolf from the m

It wasn’t hard to believe anymore knowing I would possibly be the last person she’ll ever call but she did and told me straight up that only my blood could save her son. I don’t know how much she knows but our alpha lineage was quite different from the rest. We all shared the same fur, we all had blackish grey fur and were two times bigger than a normal wolf. I can believe we have different blood types from everyone but what was disturbing right now as I sat on the bench, blocking everything out until the doctor came and after confirming that my son was out of danger was the fact that I couldn’t get this information from my source. It was strange, I checked every single thing about her and i

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

PROLOGUE **BlOODFANG CLAN** ALPHA ISLANDER Iskander Damaris stood at the edge of a dark forest, his golden eyes burning with hunger. Calyx Vale's scent was etched in his mind, a fire in his blood. She was a rare-blooded she-wolf, the only kind who could bear an Alpha's heir - his heir. Her scent lingered, and a cruel smile spread across his lips. He'd spent years searching, destroying packs, and now he'd finally found her.

“You just drank from me and stopped . You chose me. Choose me again...Please...” The basement door explodes inward. Three wolves fill the doorway, half-shifted, eyes glowing amber and furious. Barion steps forward first, massive, scarred, claws out. “Step away from the bloodsucker, little girl.” Adrian snarls so loud the walls shake, straining against the remaining chains. “Back off,” I warn, planting myself between them and Adrian. “He’s chained.” “For now,” Galeon growls, younger, hotter-headed, already circling. “That thing killed thirty of ours last year.”

“How could you do this to us?” My father’s face was impassive. His eyes, cold and calculating, seemed to bore into us. “I did what was best for the pack,” he said, his voice finally breaking the silence. “Ashley is a powerful wolf. Her bloodline is ancient and pure. She is the perfect mate for the Alpha. For me!” “But she's our mate,” Brody protested, his voice trembling, “we love her!” My father's eyes narrowed, “love is not enough,” he said. “Duty and obligation are what matters. As Alphas, we must put the needs of the pack before our desires.”

she said, her voice calm and collected. But inside, I knew we were all struggling to keep it together. The doctor's grave expression made my heart skip a beat. He was holding some files and seemed deep in thought. I held my breath as he finally looked up and spoke. "She's stable now, but she lost a lot of blood. Unfortunately, we don't have any AB+ blood in stock. Can anyone here donate blood for her?" he asked, looking at us hopefully. Without a second thought, I stepped forward, feeling a sudden surge of determination.