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Whose blood? My blood? Someone else's? I clenched my jaw, refusing to show hesitation or weakness. Lucas gestured toward a black bowl on the podium. Inside was a small white cloth with the Iron Vibe’s emblem, a coiled viper. “Hope you are not squeamish,” Lucas joked, and I resisted the urge to glare at him. “You must mark yourself and let the blood fall on the crest,” he continued with his serious voice. “It's a show of commitment and sacrifice and being bonded by blood. We are your brothers now.”

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Flesh curled back and blood gushed out in a torrent, quickly creating a dark red stain on the ground. “Zoey Stone, you little troublemaker!”

It was filled with blood. I screamed and collapsed to the floor. The gift box slipped from my hands, and the blood-red liquid spilled out, leaving a dark stain on the marble floor.

It had no handle, just a keypad. Above the pad, an engraving read: “Only blood unlocks blood.” Her heart raced. What did that mean? She glanced down at her hand. A healing scab from a paper cut stared back. She bit her lip, then peeled it open. A drop of blood welled up. She smeared it over the pad. Click. The door slid open. She stepped inside. --- It was a bunker. Not just any bunker. Rows of filing cabinets. Old maps. Knives, weapons, and darts were affixed to the partitions. A display on the a ways wall flickered to existence as she entered.

They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system. Garick’s gaze tracked the fading lines of the corruption, and then his eyes shifted to the dark, deep gash slashed across Riheirk’s left wrist, still sluggishly weeping dark crimson. He knew exactly what had happened. He knew the biological ledger had been permanently signed. Riheirk braced himself for the explosive wrath of an enraged Alpha dad. He opened his mouth, his gravelly baritone rough and completely stripped of its usual military authority. "Garick... it was an ambush. A rogue Blood-born. The venom was closing he

“You believe you lose your blood because you have money?” His jaw tightened slightly. “My parents died, and it is people like you who made my voice shake,” I said. “People who determine that others are irrelevant.” The guards came nearer, and they caught my arms. "Take her," Dino said. Trying to turn my head back to look at him, I was pulled by them towards the door. “It is no use killing me and washing your blood,” I said. Dino hesitated, the first time in a long time. "Wait," he said suddenly.

I didn’t need a blueprint. I just needed to follow the sound of the hearts I was protecting. THE END OF BLOOD AND BETRAYAL

Black. I touched it with my finger. The blood didn't wipe away. It had soaked into the fabric, staining it like ink, like oil, like something that didn't belong in a human body. My blood? But I'm not bleeding— I looked down at myself. No cuts. No wounds. Nothing. But the blood was there. Black. Spreading. Growing. And carved into the headboard, in letters that glowed faintly in the dim light, were four words: THE BOND IS SEALED.

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”