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Perhaps better than most. “If Gideon marks her under it,” Melissa went on, “she’ll be able to create a blood bond. She’ll have his strength, his instincts, his healing, everything that makes him what he is, running through her too. Once that’s done, there’s no undoing it. Not that I’ve ever heard of.” Bjorn’s face had gone pale. “Like a black widow,” he said quietly. “She mates with him, and then—” He didn’t finish it.

They become what situation requires, regardless of comfort. Through divine perception, I felt the moment's weight. The Genesis children were transforming beyond our ability to protect or guide them. They were becoming something unprecedented—living bridges between infinite realities, conscious coordination making impossible cooperation possible. "Continue the transformation," I decided through divine authority. "But maintain connection to the network. Whatever guides you, don't let it isolate you from us." *Never,* the Genesis children promised through their expanding consciousness. *We are born from you, exist through you, return to you. The circle remains unbroken.*

“And there’s something else.” Of course there fucking was! I’m done. “The bond amplifies everything. Love. Hate. Pain. Joy. Whatever you’re feeling toward them would intensify tenfold once the connection is complete. If you hate them now you’ll hate them more. If there’s even a shred of anything else…” She let the sentence hang. My hands were shaking. “This is insane. The prophet is asking me to permanently bind myself to men who destroyed me just to save their kingdom?” “Yes.”

The alphas knelt. I traced the lines with numb fingers. “Luna,” I whispered. Genesis nodded. “The first one. Or one of them. The stories say she ended the first great war. Bound the packs. Gave them strength.” I looked at him. “You believe it?” “I believe what I’ve seen.” His eyes met mine. “I believe what I feel when you’re near.” The wind stole my breath, or maybe it was him. We kept climbing.

As I stared at her, Zelena’s voice echoed in my head, reminding me of my failure to master the Bloodlust Ascendancy. *"You and your Lycan aren’t aligned. The disharmony between both of your desires is blocking you from merging with your Lycan. Without true unity, you will never unlock the Bloodlust Ascendancy and reach your true potential. Accept your mate, mark her, and appease your Lycan. You’ll get past your bottleneck."* I clenched my fists around the reins. Why did I have to bend to Kyrax’s will and the pull of the mate bond? What sort of bullcrap was this? This was so unfair.

You know what, she isn't my mum; Fiona just glares at me, with her arms crossed defiantly. "Answer me!" I slam my fist down on the table, producing a giant fissure through the wood. Fiona's eyes widen at my strength, as do my own. I stare up at Holden and Dean, who are flanking me. "What the hell?" I hiss. Holden smirks, "there are a few reasons.. One being, your mate is an Alpha so you become stronger. And two, when you're angry, through our connections, you take our anger also. This gives you more strength than either one of us."

“Tethered?” I asked, frowning. Draven nodded. “Witches have a way of binding their bloodlines to others. It’s ancient magic, older than most covens remember. A witch like Gloria could have tied Gilly’s life force to her own—an unbreakable bond that strengthens the witch while slowly destroying the tethered one.” Gilly flinched slightly and her eyes fluttered shut. Zone stood tensed beside her, his eyes were then locked on Draven. “We already know that but how sure are you that her life being tied to Gloria’s strengthens Gloria and weaken Gilly?”

My enhanced abilities allow me to move faster than any normal person could react to. I grab for the gun with both hands, wrestling to get it away from him before he can pull the trigger. The weapon goes off during our struggle, but the bullet fires harmlessly into the air above us. With the immediate threat of the gun removed, Liam’s father becomes desperate and vicious. He attacks me with pure ruthless intent, using his claws and supernatural strength in an attempt to kill me with his bare hands. But he makes a critical mistake in underestimating just how powerful I’ve become since bonding with my three mates. The ritual may have temporarily weakened me, but my recovery has left me stronger

All the strength in my body goes numb. “Mrs. Samson, please!” Dr. Kyle pleads as I start to fight. “You lied,” I gasp, “you’re not supposed to lie!” “I apologize. I did it for your safety and—” Dr. Golfe cuts off Dr. Kyle’s words, “Mrs. Hayden, you are in no shape to consent. Mr. Hayden is your guardian and has priority decision on your treatments.” “That can’t be real. That’s not real!” I scream, but a nurse turns up the anaesthesia and I suddenly feel my body lifting from where it lies. I feel dissociated.

Claws tore through armor, silver bullets ignited in midair under his control, and the Rogues surged to his side, cutting down enemies with synchronized, lethal efficiency. Adrian, still bound by human limitations, was transformed by the Blood Pact. Every shot he fired found its mark, every movement calculated and precise beyond natural human reflex. The bond fed him strength, coordination, and ferocity he had never known. With every Purist that fell, he could feel the Secondary Bond reshaping him and darkening him, sharpening him, stripping away hesitation and mercy. And then they reached the boardroom doors and hundreds of Purists attempting to overrun the inner sanctum. Adrian and Samuel s