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He couldn't finish. Rowan tugged lightly at Nathan's sleeve. "Nate." His voice was small, uncertain. "What's going on? What curse? What does this have to do with Arabella?" Nathan looked at him—really looked at him—and saw the confusion, the fear, the desperate need to understand. "The Vitale bloodline is cursed," Nathan said quietly. "It's ancient. Older than the kingdom. It ensures that whatever a Vitale truly desires, they can never have."

A month had passed since the incident that made Haltz Castle in chaos had occurred. Rai and Pine were still on the bed in the middle of the throne room. Even though Diana had given all her blood to them, they didn't recover right away. It took time to adapt to everything, especially the blood they received was vampire pure blood that had a hundred percent purity. Meanwhile, Kevin and Al are loyal to the people who are most precious to them. Julio was not far from there to protect his master. Allan and Gail were still in the castle.

I also did, my eyes brightened in surprise. " It's the pureblood Scroll," Jeremy whispered in between his breath. " What? Unbelievable," I covered my mouth, staring at the brown scroll in his hand. The Pureblood Scroll was a book that guided the purebloods on how to utilize their power. A set of commands and fighting skills were written in it which the pureblood should master. Rumors claimed it had been destroyed by the last pureblood, but here it was in Jeremy's hand. I tried snatching it away from Jeremy, but he was faster to withhold it.

Moreover, Cameron is still his brother, even though he hates Cameron. Serina started to smile a little. “I cursed him that his death would be even more painful, because there was foreign blood flowing in his body. He will die with regrets that are too late.” "What foreign blood are you talking about?" Alexis started asking. Now she was feel so curious about it. “That is your pure blood, Alexis. The pure blood of vampire hunters. But he will never know that. It was on the very day of his death that he realized his own death.”

“You’re not just human, Violet. That’s like saying you’re just a girl or I am just a brunette. And, of course, you belong here, human or not.” “I would like to believe that,” Violet told him then added, “I still don’t quite feel like that’s true, but today helped.” “Good,” Nolan said. “And if I’m honest, it’s more fun than I’ve had in a long time too. Like you, I came here after my parents were murdered. At first, I was the broken kid everyone had to be careful with and then I was the punk trying to charm over the alpha and take his position, or simply being the beta intimidates people. You make me feel like I am just me.”

“The ancestors’ glory? Traditional virtues? That’s all talk for the weak!” Behind him, Skylar let out a low, mocking purr. It was the sound of a predator toying with its food, dripping with contempt. “Look at you, all you so-called nobles.” Nolan’s gaze swept over the crowd before landing on me, sharp and piercing as a shard of ice. Contempt dripped from his every glance. “Always talking about bloodlines. But what do you have besides your titles? Who here has actually torn out an enemy’s throat with their own claws?”

“This is Nolan. My nephew. My brother’s son.” The words didn’t immediately register. “Your brother…” I echoed, blinking. “Bastian. His pack is under a rogue attack. And his mate just passed away a few months ago. Nolan’s been with our cousin, but I asked for him to be brought here.” I stared at the boy again. Nolan. The resemblance made more sense now, but that didn’t explain Blue. Didn’t explain the way every part of me trembled in his presence. Just then, the child looked up, blue eyes bright with curiosity.

“What did you say?” I knew she was struggling to put this all together and I spoke soothingly. “There is a lot we need to talk about but in short, Nolan took your blood to attempt to find out what had happened to you and how best to help you. When he got the tests back it confirmed that you are what we call, a hybrid. Part werewolf. Danalee, do you remember anything of your birth parents?” “No. I was an infant when I was found.” She said quietly. “Selene said as much too but I can’t do that. I’m not a wolf.” She was looking at her hands as if for the first time.

“This… supposedly extinct kind of wolf was known to have healing abilities. And they were an ancient lineage, the most noble in our world.” There it was. My heart started racing again. I had argued with Lily about this so many times, now. But she was just a voice in my head, and I couldn’t help that she knew my every thought and emotion. Hearing it from Nolan’s lips was something else entirely. So I was born noble, after all. I just never knew it. And right on cue, there she was. You are not only noble, Lily said to me. You are royalty. More noble than the Lycans.

Through the link, Nolan told Tiago to tell him who they were and what they were doing there—or he would kill every one of them, and he would enjoy doing it. Upon hearing this, Liam let out a chuckle. It was enough for Nolan to jump on him and grab him by the throat, replacing the chuckle with a grimace of panic and pain. The vampire let out a horrified scream. But what made him stop was Mia's scream. She seemed panicked at the possibility of Nolan killing Liam — and it hurt so much that, bewildered, he let go of the worm while she screamed, “They're the Loyal Ones!” Nolan ignored her. He told Uncle Dilan to take them to his father and let him deal with it. If they really were the Loyal Ones,