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From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

I flipped them open, skimming through the sterile lines of medical jargon until the words blurred. Blood type. DNA markers. Dates. And then— It hit me like a bullet to the skull. Ethan’s blood type doesn’t match my brother's. Not even close. Not even possible. I sank into the chair, my body trembling, my mind screaming. “If Ethan is not Damien then whose son is he? I whispered The truth is here. Sophie had lied. My wife—the woman I trusted, the woman I built a life with—had lied about something so colossal it could annihilate us all.

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

This was what she had come for, the reason she had braved the dangerous climb and the unsettling legends surrounding this forsaken place. A small bead of blood quickly formed. Caught up in the joy of finally possessing the relic, Riana hardly noticed the sting. Her eyes were drawn to the intricate silver-work, and she appreciated the satisfying weight of the box in her hand. Riana was so focused on the success of her venture, with adrenaline still coursing through her veins, that she didn’t notice the almost imperceptible twitch of the seemingly lifeless man lying beside her. A single drop of her blood had fallen silently during her bonding session with her relic. The blood falling onto the

The words are still ringing in my ears, like they followed me back from the dream. When I finished telling Mira, I saw fear flicker across her face. What is happening to her? Mira thought, her hands tightening around the edge of the tray she had brought. Humans don’t see this. Humans don’t hear this. Humans aren’t chosen by the wolves of prophecy… not like this. Her mind raced, flipping through every story she had ever been told about the Vale bloodline, about the SilverClaw line, about the ancient prophecies whispered among the elders. None of them had ever involved a human. None.

“Please go.” “No.” “Ella,” he begs, tears shining. “I’m not worth your life .” “You’re worth everything ,” I say, and the words rip out of me like they’ve been waiting years to be spoken . Barion laughs, cold and ugly. “Sentiment from a rogue. How touching.” Vera’s voice cuts through like a blade. “She is not rogue. She is blood of the royal line.” The room goes dead still. Galeon scoffs. “She’s a half-breed.”

“You work for him?” “I worked for the Order before any of you were born.” She stepped closer, and the air warped around her like heat. “You think the bloodline began with wolves? You think this is about packs?” “Then what is it about?” “Balance.” The ground beneath me split slightly, faint lines glowing like magma. “I don’t believe you.” “You don’t have to.” Her gaze flicked to the horizon. “He’s alive. The bond would have broken if he wasn’t. You can still feel him, can’t you?”

“This is a bloodline record. It contains the complete history of your lineage, the powers they wielded, the reasons they were deemed too dangerous to survive.” “Can you read it?” Rowan asked. “Not me,” Maren said. “Only someone with the blood can access the full knowledge. Anyone else would see only fragments.” Elara opened the book. The pages were blank. Then, as she watched, text began to appear. Writing itself in real time, responding to her presence, her questions, her need. *The Bloodline of the First Flame,* the text read. *Born from the union of human will and wolf instinct, forged in fire that predates pack formation, designed to bridge worlds that were never meant to touch.*

I carry the Godfather's bloodline. The air froze instantly. Marco's face turned a violent shade of red. The hand gripping Mia's backside tightened suddenly. She let out a muffled cry of pain but did not dare struggle. "What did you say?" The words squeezed out between Marco's teeth. His eyes locked onto my flat stomach, as if fire might erupt from them at any moment. The next second, his thick hand wrapped around my throat. "You've always been a rude little tramp. But at the very least, you shouldn't throw filth onto the Godfather."

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.