Novel & Cerita Bloodlines And Betrayal Dramione

He treated my bound body on the bed as if it were nothing. Marco tilted his head back and exhaled the last ring of smoke slowly. He looked down at me. The final trace of pity vanished from his face. "Begin. Get that devil out of her. I want her to watch. That's the price of betrayal." The doctor removed instruments from the case and walked toward me. In overwhelming terror, my body convulsed uncontrollably. At that moment, a violent crashing sound came from downstairs. Then chaotic footsteps and the angry shouts of men.

'They're turning on each other,' I whispered, tears stinging my eyes, emotions crashing—betrayal from my own, love for this man beneath me, fear of losing control. Drake thrust up weakly, locked as we were, his face etched with desperation. 'Stay with me, Luna. Don't let it take you.' His plea hit deep, the bond flooding me with his warmth, his scars—those runes—glowing faintly under the fungi light, protecting us both. I rode harder, reverse and relentless, my breasts bouncing, nipples hard peaks in the cool air. Flashbacks blurred: Mira killing my family not just for power, but to hide her own ties, whispers of blood shared in the dark.

The words are still ringing in my ears, like they followed me back from the dream. When I finished telling Mira, I saw fear flicker across her face. What is happening to her? Mira thought, her hands tightening around the edge of the tray she had brought. Humans don’t see this. Humans don’t hear this. Humans aren’t chosen by the wolves of prophecy… not like this. Her mind raced, flipping through every story she had ever been told about the Vale bloodline, about the SilverClaw line, about the ancient prophecies whispered among the elders. None of them had ever involved a human. None.

Every kiss, every whispered promise in the dark, every moment of comfort—it all rushed through her mind, rapidly turning from warm memories into toxic, rotting poison. He hadn't loved her. He hadn't loved any of them. To Damon, the sacred mate bond was nothing more than a biological chain, and his family was just a collection of test subjects for his twisted, psychopathic vision of the future. He had used her body, her bloodline, and her trust as nothing more than a laboratory. The sheer magnitude of the betrayal ignited a blinding, feral rage in her chest. "FUCK YOU, DAMON!" Elana screamed at the top of her lungs, the sound tearing violently at her throat.

A Chosen Child, a being not seen in a thousand years. A bloodline personally blessed by the Moon Goddess, born with the power to purify all darkness. The future hope of the wolf race. Damon’s face was whiter than a corpse. He reached out a trembling hand, trying to touch the image in the air, but his fingers passed through empty light. Just like how he could never touch us again. “No… no…” He shook his head frantically, his mind finally breaking. “I did all this… I betrayed you, I deceived you… all for the perfect bloodline… for the most powerful heir…”

“You were born Juliette Thorne Whitmore. Your mother was involved in a blood pact between the families. You were the child meant to secure the peace. But something went wrong. A betrayal. A threat. And she ran” Juliette froze. “So… Damon and I are we—” Mrs. Carmichael raised a calming hand. “You are not siblings. No direct parentage. But your bloodlines… they intersect. Ancestrally. Distant cousins, at most. That pact wasn’t just about unity. It was leverage. And you were the pawn”. Juliette stared at the old woman, a mix of disbelief and fury unraveling in her chest. “Does Damon know?” she whispered.

The doctors had confirmed that without a relative of the same blood type, there was no other way to save her. But Daimon—heartless and ruthless—would never willingly give up his own bone marrow. Five years ago, he had stood by and let Katrina plot Enlyan’s death. If he had been so cruel then, how could he possibly save Jessica now? The past still haunted her, the betrayal still cut deep. Daimon needed to feel the same pain she had suffered. He had to experience the agony of betrayal, the helplessness of losing everything. And in the end, if he refused to save Jessica, she would take his bone marrow with her own hands.

He knew. Gabriel knew about the bloodline before Damien ever met Maya. The entire four year seduction was not just about gaining access to the Blue Moon pack. It was about acquiring the bloodline. Breeding it into the Crescent Moon line. Creating a hybrid heir who carried the power of the Moon Goddess in his veins. Maya was never loved. She was harvested. The rage that rose inside me was quiet and absolute. Not the hot explosive kind. The cold kind. The kind that settled into bone and stayed there permanently.

But the community had asked him to continue the event because preparations were almost complete. "Beta ...." Danny called softly. Everything there gave space between the two men. "Did you know something already?" Romeo, who had turned directly, looked at Danny. "Knowing what?" "Miss Noella committed this betrayal. Gave the wolfsbane to Luna. And the maid was completely innocent." Danny tapped Romeo's shoulder. "I know how you feel. You've been keeping this for too long, Romeo. But tell your heart. You still don't want to acknowledge Rena as your mate?"

She thought the Alpha of the crescent moon pack was an old man with white hair who was as disgusting as every leecher she could think about. In truth, he was as handsome as a god with builds of a soldier so he can't be called a leech when he could get any woman. Still, when both their eyes met she choked on her own saliva. How could it be... She could see the rims of his eyes as it darkened with realization. They were mates. They both could feel the overwhelming attraction and their wolf excitement. How could the moon goddess mate her with her worst enemy? A man responsible for her father's death and her packs sufferings.