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“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.

“Ayla was colder than us even then, but not empty. She loved in her own way. My parents were strong. The Blackthorne name was feared, respected and hated in equal measure, but no one dared come against us openly. My parents were considered protectors of the realm by many. Not saints, no, we have never been saints, but our bloodline kept balance in places where ordinary packs could not hold the line.” “Because of your current?” I asked. “Yes.” Dax’s gaze returned to me. “The Blackthorne bloodline carries something older than normal Alpha current. Our family history says the Moon Goddess blessed our first ancestor during a primordial war, not with purity but with balance. We were made to stand

"That looks like ancient script. Pre-kingdom era." I translated slowly, my knowledge of old texts barely adequate. "Prophecy of the Twin Flames. When darkness rises from the deep places, when corruption spreads unchecked, the goddess will act. Two bloodlines shall unite. Wolf and Lycan. Carrier and King. Together they will break the chains that bind the world to shadow." The words settled over us like a weight. "Two bloodlines unite," Asher repeated. "My mother's bloodline and yours." "The chains will break," I continued. "What chains?"

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

I closed my eyes, letting the creatures drift closer until they seemed to dissolve into my body. A blinding surge of light washed through everything—then, abruptly, there was nothing but darkness. Divine lineage… The term drifted up in my thoughts like something long submerged, vague and incomplete, yet carrying a faint sense of recognition I couldn’t fully place. I had only ever encountered it in ancient writings and half-forgotten tales—stories of divine bloodlines, the legacy of the gods, and the remnants they left to those who came after them.

Aeliana's POV "Why me?" I demanded. "Why choose me specifically? What makes me capable of carrying this?" Its presence shifted, and I felt its amusement. You do not know? Truly? "Know what?" Your bloodline, child. You carry the blood of those who walked with gods, who stood between light and dark and chose to fight. It runs thin now, diluted by generations, but it is there. We recognized it the moment you were born. We had chosen you before you even took your first breath.

What unseen hand had placed Jace into this lineage? Then there was the Chevre. Damon Chevre, the only son, the dark spark igniting old wars. The man who killed Alice Grey—a blow aimed to sever the fragile alliance between the Chevre and the Bishop families. The blood feud that followed marked a new chapter. Damon’s death at the hands of Jace Grey was more than vengeance—it was a statement. Jace, the outsider turned keystone, had become a pivotal force—both protector and avenger. Not just a Grey by name, but a shadow lurking between them all, holding pieces of a future no one could yet see.

“The one tied to your bloodline.” Serena straightened slowly, uncertainty creeping into her eyes. “You mean the Cursed Blood prophecy?” Ardan nodded. “The Shadowborn.” Gasps rippled through the room. Caine’s expression darkened. “That’s a myth. A bedtime tale.” Ardan’s voice remained calm. “The Shadowborn were real. Their line was said to carry the power of death and rebirth—the gift of the goddess herself, split between two ancient bloodlines. The Alpha Kings were given strength, dominion, command. The Shadowborn were given... balance. Control over the in-between.”

Ever since she arrived at Blackthorn, it hadn’t appeared and she would have preferred it that way, but now, she feared it won’t always be like that anymore. On her arm, she saw the lines again, like vines twisting and circling. It moved on its own and it had a glow of its own—a faint one. She raised her arm and watched it closely, not understanding what it was and why it chose her out of the billions of people alive. Or could it be that she wasn’t the only one? Like how she discovered that there are vampires and wolves in the school, could there be more out there? Even from her other school?

Not bloodlines. Not even the gods themselves.