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"Tell me. How much do you know of my history with your bloodline Cassandra?" I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. This line of dialog was starting to get old. "I'll tell you what I've told everyone else that has asked me that question lately. Not much. I descended from an ancient bloodline of Royal Lycans created by the moon goddess to protect the Werewolves and to fight, well, you. That's all I have got. No more. No less." He seemed satisfied with my answer, because he didn't waste much time before he spoke again. "As I expected." He said, lightly knodding his head.

Charlie repeated and asked curiously, “What is your bloodline?” The man hurriedly said, “Special Envoy Master, it is difficult to verify my bloodline. As far as I know, I have Oskian, Japanese, British, German, Russian, and several South American blood. My earliest ancestors were Oskians, but since a hundred years ago, many other races had been added to the dead soldiers, so the bloodlines became more and more confusing.” Charlie was secretly surprised. It seemed that the bloodline of these dead soldiers had diversified after so many years of development.

Sera looked at her with an expression that was careful and deliberate, the expression of someone choosing how much to say. "Yes," she said. "Your mother's bloodline, our bloodline — is one of the original lines that built this territory. Not rulers. Not alphas. But builders. The families who came first and laid the ground that everything else stands on." She paused. "There are records in the territory archive if someone looks in the right place. Old ones. Your name will not be there — they would not have known about you. But your grandmother's name is there. And her mother's name before that." Rebecca sat with that.

And now— Ren exhaled, looking suddenly older. The mask she usually wore cracked, revealing exhaustion and a deep, personal pain underneath. “It’s bloodline,” she said simply. “My own. Something older than this alliance and older than most of the packs fighting over territory right now. My family carries fragments of the same ancestral knowledge that Jordan and Eli share. When the old families tried to erase or control paired Anchors, my line went underground. I didn’t approach your pack purely out of goodwill. I came because protecting Jordan also protects the last living thread of my blood. There is a grandchild. Someone I have watched from afar for years without ever revealing myself. The

“So you have no idea of your family line or your medical history.” “No,” I tell him. He stroked his chin with his fingers. “My latest research involves omega bloodlines. Oftentimes the title is passed down, but I wonder if there is merit to that, or if it is simply the way things are done. If you would permit me, I would like to help you look into your background.”

"These readings suggest mixed supernatural heritage." My mouth went dry. "Mixed how?" "I'm not certain. But Fiona, these numbers... they're similar to readings I've only seen once before." "When?" "Royal bloodlines. The old supernatural monarchies that ruled before the pack system." The kitchen seemed to tilt around me. Royal bloodlines? That was impossible. I was nobody. Just an omega from a broken family. But then I remembered something. A conversation with my father right before he died, when he'd been delirious with fever.

I will teach her control when the time comes, but for now, she deserves a normal childhood. I inhaled deeply. My fingers had begun to tremble, and I was already terrified. I wanted to drop everything since I was already getting terrified, but my curiosity was stronger. I continued reading, page after page detailing generations of my maternal lineage all connected. The ancient lycan bloodline known for producing exceptionally powerful shifters.

“A second child.” The world tilted. “No,” I whispered. “If I had a sibling, I would know.” “Not if the agreement required secrecy,” she replied. The northern roar surged again. Stronger. More stable. Kael’s voice dropped low. “If Darius bonded with someone of your bloodline…” The implication hit like thunder. “He would amplify his claim to your territory,” I finished. Because bloodlines mattered. Ancient lines. Shared lineage strengthened territorial pull. And if the female rising beside him carried my father’s blood…

"Bloodlines vary in nature and attribute. Most bloodlines differ from each other. However, children from the same family tend to develop the same abilities due to this very same bloodline. The thing about bloodlines is that when they develop in a family, that family will continue to possess the abilities pertaining to that bloodline even after countless millennia. Unfortunately, the amount of abilities or the power of the abilities that a descendent of a family bloodline can inherit will depend on the density of his or her bloodline. This is the normal bloodline awakening that I'm sure you are all aware of. The uncommon bloodline awakening is the fusion of two bloodlines- the new awakening.