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Brotherly, I tell myself. Especially her. Especially after Alice Grey pulled me from the gutter and made me someone. She didn’t give birth to me, but she gave me something better—a reason to stay alive. She raised me like I was hers. And if she ever saw what her son had become—if she saw him with a gun to Ingrid’s shoulder—she’d lose what’s left of her soul. This? This isn’t family. This is war. Jaxon once asked why I stuck with the Greys, why I fought in a war that wasn’t mine by blood. I told him the easy answer: Alice Grey is my mother, not by blood—but by bond.

Ajay asked him if the hospital didn't have the particular blood type he requested, the doctor nodded and that got everyone in a panic. Avanti suggested getting her blood tested to find out if she was of the same blood type as her mom. Abhishek asked her not to bother since they were both B+ types of blood. Mr. Ajay said he also wasn't a match with his wife, we looked at Pinky however she also said, her blood wasn't a match with Mrs. Anuradha's. The doctor asked us to find a way to get the blood on time or else Mrs. Anuradha would die, Avanti fell to her knees and began to cry.

I could tell Saiora was going to take lead in explaining my worries. "Well, Ren every pairing connection happens for a reason. The more double-bloods in your family bloodline, the more likely you'll have a solu matia who isn't from your supernatural group." I honestly didn't know much about my family bloodline. The only family members I had met besides my parents were Grandma Nelina, Grandpa Norman, and Aunt Celeste. Dad explained to me that Grandma Nelina was a Witch and Grandpa Norman a Fae. I didn't know my grandparents from my mother's side but I wouldn't be surprised if there were other relatives that I just hadn't met especially considering my parents kept me secluded from my supernatu

“What does that mean?” The doctor gave him a solemn look, then turned back to the tablet in his hands, scrolling through the information as Gingi continued. “The genetic marker traces back to what we call the Lyan line—an ancient and royal bloodline among wolves. A lineage said to be one of the first, the strongest. The Lyan wolves were considered the kings and queens of our kind, their blood pure and their strength unmatched. Over the centuries, the line faded. And with it, the genetics that accompanied it. But it seems... it has resurfaced in your children. In your blood, Lauren. You’re a Lyan.” I think my heart stopped.

The Phoenix was the ancestor of the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix. Despite the clan’s decline over generations, and each Heavenly Fiend Phoenix having increasingly diluted Phoenix blood, there was still a body of an ancient Phoenix buried in the clan’s ancestral grounds. If he could dig out that body, it would be possible to get divine-level Phoenix blood. Of course, exhuming the ancestor of the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix clan and taking its blood essence would provoke the clan into a frenzied conflict. It was no different from robbing a family’s grave, after all.

See. "She comes from a bloodline you all know," Grayson continued, pacing the platform like a showman. "A bloodline that was supposed to be *extinct*. But as you can see, rumors of total eradication were... premature." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Interest sharp as broken glass.

I want nothing more than to smack the smirks off of their faces, but that would require me to get up, and right now, I am comfortable, and I don’t feel like moving. “What do you mean that it is because of Tiernan’s blood line?” I ask. “One of his ancestors is a relative to the first lycans created by your moon goddess. So his bloodline is one of the strongest in existence. Both of your parent's lines are from two of the original vampires that that god created so that is three powerful bloodlines in one little man.” Lennox explains.

"My family isn't just old pack they're founding bloodline." Freya stares at her mother blankly. "What does that mean?" Freya asks. "It means my grandmother was a direct descendant of Astrid the Wise," Margaret explains. "One of the original pack founders who established the council system." "Okay," Freya responds slowly. "So we have some old family history and that's what this is about?" "It's not just history," Marcus interjects. "The founding bloodlines carry power and political weight and responsibilities that pass down through generations."

>>>Anita's pov<<< I Anita, a descendant of the Blood Fang wolves, grappled with the knowledge that my ancestral predecessors were notorious for destruction and the slaughtering of innocent packs. This was a shameful legacy that would always be associated with my bloodline. Nevertheless, I was determined not to give in to the same curse that had plagued my predecessors. I was a strong and brave woman who had worked tirelessly to overcome the stigma of her heritage.

“This is where it began. The first alphas. Their blood started everything. Their spirits still linger here.” I looked around. The tombs were carved with symbols I did not recognize. “Why bring me here? What does this have to do with me? I am just a low beta. Nothing special.” Mira turned to face me. “Your bloodline is older than the Blackmoor lineage. You come from the first families. The ones who hosted ancestral spirits long before the current packs formed. Your blood carries that power.” I stared at her. “What are you saying? My family was low ranking. We lived on the edges. We struggled for everything. There is no royal blood in me.”