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Charles was one step ahead of me in responding to Noelle’s question. “I paid him for this spot.” Noelle glanced at me with a frown while I raised the check in my hand. “I took the money. It’s ten million dollars.” Noelle was stunned. Cocking her head back, Noelle observed Charles’ smug face. He seemed proud of himself. Her hard grimace drew tension in the room. She said nothing, as if accepting the situation as it was. Once I was out of the office, Noelle threw Charles’ arm off her shoulders.

On the third night after Seraphina Vale—the academy's most envied beauty—took her own life, a blood ledger appeared out of nowhere in the abandoned chapel of St. Ophelia's Academy. Rumor had it that if you left a blood print on it, the ledger would grant your deepest wish. At first, nobody bought such a ridiculous story. Until Vivian Cross—all two hundred and twenty pounds of her—shakily made her choice: beauty. She dropped the weight overnight. Her features turned so delicate people couldn't look away. Just like that, she became the academy's new obsession. After that, no one called the blood ledger bad luck anymore. Dorian Blackwood chose his future, and the Black Council's recommendation

Blood mixed with the food I had eaten earlier came spewing out of my mouth. While Mom and Dad were stunned, Clover scoffed disdainfully. "Don't let him fool you; that's probably just fake blood. "All the money in this family belongs to me anyway, so who does he think he is to take that much money away?" The pain was so intense that I couldn't even straighten my back. Left with no choice, all I could do was crawl forward amid the filth and grab the hem of Dad's pants. "I just need… 200 dollars… Please… Just give it to me…"

Arthur began, "after what we just learned... that money, it's tainted. It's from the Sable fortune, built on that same... legacy." "That's exactly why I'm taking it," LJ said, his voice gaining a sharp, cold edge. "It's blood money. The blood of our family. Of Angela. Of my father's sanity." He looked at me, and his eyes were no longer those of a lost boy, but of a man making a terrible calculation. "I'm not going to let it sit in a bank. Or let it go to some other faceless entity." "Then what will you do with it?" I asked, dread coiling in my stomach.

Something real in this carnival of lies. After splashing my face with cold water, I walk numbly back to the bedroom. I retrieve my phone from where I dropped it, and check my bank account. The screen blurs as I stare at the numbers. The money sits there, mocking me. Blood money. Payment from my father's killer for the privilege of using my body to create new life. Money he deposited while knowing exactly who I was, exactly what he'd stolen from me. He had to know who I was.

I signed the documents for her blood transfusion with so much thought running through my muddled mind. I held my phone with a tight grip; I had just checked what was displayed on the bank account's dashboard. I'm so low on funds; I had spent my last month’s salary on Rose's current hospital bills, which included the blood transfusion that she had already done. My mind is about to go off the deep end. If my hands could speak for me, it could proclaim that I had tried my best. If my tears had a way to speak for me, it would tell anyone who cared to listen that I had tried my best.

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.

“We’re going to be okay. I promise. We’ll start over. No matter what it takes.” The sound of the machines, the distant voices in the hallway, my own heart pounding and refusing to calm started to get to me. And behind it all was nothing. Nothing but Zelda’s smile. Renee’s laughter, sharp and mean—like her curling up on her couch with popcorn to watch me fall apart. The money was heavy in my account. A hundred million dollars. Blood money. Freedom money. Whatever I wanted to call it. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that I had it, that I could walk away.

Through the crowd, I saw Richard lurking in the building’s shadow. No surprise there. He never could support the household with his wages before; I’d been paying for everything, giving them a good life. Of course, he wouldn’t let a cash cow like me go. Without his planning, Vanessa wouldn’t have dared do this. Vanessa tugged my sleeve again. “Hurry. Give me some money. I’m not asking for much—just two million. Give me two million, and I promise I won’t trouble you again.” “Really shooting for the stars, huh?” I muttered.