Bloodline Sibling Rivalry Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I had patiently waited for a perfect time to strike but it never came until you murdered Alisha. I had to use Braun’s hatred for you killing his sister against you. I was going to take everything from you, just like you took everything from me!” “You killed my son!” Gamma Rhea burst out. “Your greed cost me my son's life. He was killed in the fight. You deserve to die. I’d kill you before Alpha Jake does.” She burst into tears and pounced on me. Chaos erupted in the room with each member airing out their grievances.

“Tonight, under the blood moon, we witness the passing of power. Alpha Alexander Laurent, step forward.” Alpha Alexander approached the altar. In his hand was the ceremonial dagger—the same blade used by his father “I, Alexander Laurent, Alpha of the Silverthorn Pack, renounce my title and pass it to my son, my blood, my successor.” He sliced his palm and let his blood fall on the stone. “By blood and moon, I release my hold.” The ground itself seemed to hum as the blood moon overheard pulsed brighter. “Ethan Laurent,” Sage said, “step forward and claim your birthright.”

Jasper laughed and I smiled. Do I really want this? Even if I didn’t, this is what fate wants for me. Finding my blue blood partner. Well, this was someone that our lives are both in danger because of our lineage. “I want a sister too. Daddy, can you and mummy bring me a baby sister?” Jasper looked at Ralph and then looked at me. “Oh, goddess,” I muttered and hushed him. That was awkward. Baby sister, my foot. “But wait, how is this possible?” I went back to the initial confusion that lingered in my heart.

he said after a pause. “The Stoneheart bloodline seat,” “Why would there be?” he asked. “I am marrying Daniel Taylor,” Jason, his voice instantly turned cold, “A slight connection to a bloodline is not enough. Besides, it cannot be proven nor will the bloodline tree react,” The bloodline tree is the root of the Great families. It would only react to the bloodline of a great house. This was basically a child dreaming of unicorns. “What if I can make the tree react? What if I have evidence that they really are from that bloodline?”

My name is Lucar Vale, Alpha of the SilverClaw Pack the strongest bloodline in the entire Northern Region. Strength wasn’t something I prayed for. It was forced into my bones. My mother died in the Great War killed right in front of me by rogues who wanted our land, our bloodline, our power. I was just sixteen. Her death carved something vicious into me. A hunger to protect. A fury that never fully sleeps. People say an Alpha’s power is tied to emotion.

She blushes and scoots a little closer to me but she sits up just as proudly. The elders seem pleased by this, and unsurprised considering our bloodlines. They nod for me to continue after congratulating us. I tell them the story of where I was, who raised me and who my family was. I also add in the same bits I did with Joe but more assertively about how my brother has turned the Fire River pack into a respectable pack, how I hold no ill will towards my siblings who were children but I do against their parents. They listen quietly but their emotions tell me everything I need to know. They are furious.

“I am not doing this! Never, Joe! We are siblings for God’s sake!” “Stepsiblings!” He is so quick to correct, as if that makes any tiny difference. “It doesn’t make a shitty difference, Joe!” I flare up, swimming in a combo of feelings. “We have our father's blood running through our veins. The same blood, Joe! We are not going to disgrace our parents like this. At least I won’t!” “You can't fight it,” his voice comes above the edge yet again, challenging me. "Yes, I can, and I definitely will fight it!” Even my bones shook because of the boldness I am exuding.

William's head snapped up, his eyes widening as he realized I had heard everything. "The same blood runs in your veins!" I continued, my voice rising with each word. "She is your true sibling! You show no sorrow for her suffering, but instead speak such malicious words behind her back." I stepped forward, towering over my fallen son. All these years, I had dismissed the tension between them as mere sibling rivalry—nothing serious, nothing that the bonds of pack and blood couldn't overcome. How blind I had been. "You are not worthy to be called her brother!" I thundered, my fists clenched at my sides.

Like a stone weighing heavily on me. "The cursed Bloodline? The ones that threatened the royal family, my ancestors?" I asked, trying to be sure we're on the same page. He nodded, "Exactly!" But he still did not lift his head from the book in front of his eyes. "Aren't they supposed to be like... Extinct? According to history, my grandfather killed them before they could even harm anyone from our bloodline." "Yet they managed to make their way into your sister’s and father’s dreams to avenge the death caused by your ancestors. And now, your their next target."

Logan’s POV. The rest of the afternoon, Lester and I spend it on keeping tabs on my unidentified rival. Though we aim for the same thing, which is taking back Oakdale town, his measures are drastic and they challenge my alpha position. Through the research we did, we found out my guesses were right. This unidentified rival sired more than one person. This can only mean he is from an alpha bloodline. Probably, my alpha bloodline. I feel so frustrated and eager to find out who the hell that is.