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Chapter 19 - Unique Fascinations I stare at Garren in disbelief. Yes, we are all related to our mothers by creation. But some are special. Some are not just creations of our mothers but blood relatives. The lines of that heritage are old, so old in fact, that they were thought to be extinct for centuries. Of course, it would be a dragon who would still be a direct bloodline. They live immortal lives like Dacian and Fae. My heart stopped for a beat as I really let it sink in. The fact that my mother had higher authority over him was just mind-blowing. He looked at me with a knowing look.

"You are a descendant of the first ones. You carry their blood, their power, their legacy. You are a bridge between worlds." I read the words over and over, trying to understand their meaning. I was more than I had ever imagined. I was more than just a survivor, more than just a queen. I was something ancient, something powerful, something divine. "Elena." Lucian's voice was soft, filled with wonder. "What does it mean?" "It means," I said, "that I'm not just a hybrid. I'm a descendant of the first ones. I'm part of something bigger than I ever imagined."

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“You still don’t understand. I didn’t just train Damian. I designed the entire bloodline protocol. Your mother my sister—was the first carrier. I am your aunt, not your mother in the traditional sense. But I am the architect. The true matriarch. Everything you are your strength, your submission, your capacity for love—was engineered by me.” She raised a hand. A holographic display materialized in the air between them—genetic sequences, timeline projections, centuries of careful manipulation. “I have lived far longer than you know. The syndicate discovered the alien artifact decades ago. It granted us extended life. Immortality, in exchange for service. I have guided the network for over a hu

“So Damien is descended from Bianca.” “In a fashion,” Roderick said. “He is the fifth generation. The witch blood diluted, but it did not disappear. Women passed it, and they intended it to remain in daughters, until it did not.” He paused. “Damien’s family made a mistake. A male heir was born into a line meant to bear a curse through daughters. He inherited what no man should have. He inherited-” His voice dropped like a stone into deep water. “-the curse.”

"So now Kieran is free to do whatever he wants once he takes over Soraya's body." "Exactly. And what he wants is revenge against the descendants of those who killed him. He has been tracking their bloodlines for three hundred years and he knows exactly where they are and how to find them. If he succeeds in taking over Soraya's body he will hunt them down and kill them all." I felt sick to my stomach. "How many descendants are there?" "At least fifty spread across multiple packs throughout the region. Kieran plans to kill every single one of them regardless of whether they know about their ancestor's crimes. In his mind they are all guilty by association."

“I know you think I’m trying to manipulate you into marrying you. But I’m not. I’m honestly trying to help you. It's true. My grandfather found a descendant of the witch, Myrna. The one who cursed your family? Her descendant had a vision. She…she prophesied that I could bear your child. I’m the only one. We can break the curse.” My heart lurched. Break the curse? Longing swept over me. For years, that was the only thing I had wanted. To be rid of this awful curse. To father children. To keep my lineage alive. I was momentarily lured by her promises, but then I realized there was a flaw in her story. My eyes narrowed. “A descendant? Impossible,” I scoffed. “Witches are extinct. There are no d

“But Alex, there must be some. In fact, I know at least two branches survive. Well at least they did in my future.” Alex looks at me with interest. “How so?” “Well, in the future. Your descendant… well ours actually…” I shake my head at the thought of Steph and Drake being my great, great whatever grandchildren. “… He goes on to mate with a Walker witch. Alison Walker.” Alex gives this some thought. “How do you know that Alison doesn’t descend from our direct line as well?” He was right, of course. I had no idea in reality who Alison was descended from.

"You were never ordinary. Your bloodline isn't ordinary. Threadwalker descent was only part of it. The royal strain the histories like to pretend is extinct runs in you too. Pattern-sense. System-sight. The ability to read weakness in ledgers, in loyalties, in the quiet places where kingdoms break. Your wolf's instincts, the way numbers arrange themselves for you, the way you see traps before they close. None of that came from the man who raised you. It came from Kael." The mark on my arm burned hot under my sleeve, as if acknowledging its own origin. I pressed my hand over it. "Someone's been hunting that line for years," I said. It wasn't a question anymore. The shape of it had been sittin

Chapter 19 - Unique Fascinations I stare at Garren in disbelief. Yes, we are all related to our mothers by creation. But some are special. Some are not just creations of our mothers but blood relatives. The lines of that heritage are old, so old in fact, that they were thought to be extinct for centuries. Of course, it would be a dragon who would still be a direct bloodline. They live immortal lives like Dacian and Fae. My heart stopped for a beat as I really let it sink in. The fact that my mother had higher authority over him was just mind-blowing. He looked at me with a knowing look.