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No one cared about my baby. I begged Clara through my tears, “Let me call my friends. They share Tricia’s blood type and can donate. Please, I really can’t give blood now!” Clara kicked me hard. I staggered, knees hitting the marble floor with a dull thud. “Don’t play games. You’re just stalling to make Tricia miss her window for rescue. How cruel can you be? Even if you are pregnant, our family fortune won’t go to you!”

Barrier. Unmovable. “That was not part of the plan.” he said sharply. I coughed, trying to steady my breathing. “No.” I rasped. “But now we know.” Maddox’s grip tightened. “Know what?” I looked at the fracture. At the darkness pulling back slightly now. Recalculating. Watching. “That she can bleed.” I said quietly. Silence fell between us. Heavy. Understanding. Behind us, the fight was still raging. But here - this was the real battlefield.

“I’m suggesting she’s broadcasting.” Slade swears under his breath, and I ignore him. “By what?” I press. Her voice lowers slightly. “By what’s inside her.” The room is still. I feel something shift in my spine. “Speak clearly. Do not beat around the bush. Tell me what I want to hear. Go straight to the point.” I order viciously. She exhales. “It’s not just her blood. It’s yours too.” Slade turns sharply. “That’s not how bonding works,” he snaps.

A thick drop slides down the back of her pale leg, staining her skin like a brand. "You're bleeding," Dominic breathes, the words coming out as a terrified rasp. He looks up at her, his face drained of all color. For the first time since she met him, Dominic Ashcroft looks genuinely panicked. He reaches out, his hands shaking as he grabs her shoulders. "Rhea, why are you bleeding? Did I... did I hurt you? Answer me!" "It's nothing," she gasps, her knees buckling. "It's just... a heavy cycle. I'm fine."

She wanted him to know that she will never leave. "And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah, you bleed just to know, you're alive" Because if she loss him, she will probably stay breathing but not alive at all.

Raising my hand, I touch my nose, only to draw back to see them smothered in purple blood. "Oh damn...How did that happen?" I protest, turning away to wipe my nose incessantly. I'm bleeding profusely all of a sudden, revealing to this complete stranger that I don't bleed the same colour as everyone else. Either she's going to know I'm strange, or think I'm diseased. "It's okay, you don't need to hide," she insists. I flinch, whirling around as she rest her hand on my shoulder. "I bleed purple too."

she said with a dramatic sigh. The pause wrapped around my throat for too long, making me feel like I couldn't breathe. Then— “We share blood,” she announced lightly. The air left my lungs so quickly I swayed. “What?” Damian looked like someone had punched the ground out from under him. Vanessa smiled even more. "You heard me. We. Share. Blood." “That’s not possible,” Damian whispered. “Oh, Damian,” she interrupted sweetly. “You really don’t know anything, do you?”

" I say, giving him a hint. "Bleeding?" And that's when it hit me: "Werewolves don't... bleed?" He looked at me strangly and said, "Of course we bleed, but not from there; are you hurt?" "No, this is a thing with humans—females in particular; it's called menstruation; they bleed monthly; I can't explain more because this is already very weird." He still looked at me, like he didn't understand a word of what I said. "You bleed... from where exactly?"

She could feel blood flowing from her lower body. Blood. It was blood! "Krystal, you crazy woman! She's Yale's sister!"

"The fuck?" It was a scene that wouldn't look out of place in a horror movie. Blood coated the left side of the light-colored sheets. Wet and bright red blood. Not by my own doing. I would definitely remember if I'd made her bleed that much the previous night. "Adreana!" ◆