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"He bit me, he drank my blood because she told him to and forced me to drink his." Alexander felt his heart stop. Melody had drank vampire blood today. It would help her heal quicker, most of the small scrapes and bruises would likely be gone in hours. Her arm would repair itself in likely just a few days. But if Melody died before the vampire blood was out of her system, she wouldn't stay dead. She would come back as a blood sucking monster. Alexander thought everything would be fine once he had her back in his arms. He was going to keep her locked in this room for the next 72 hours. He wasn't going to risk his love becoming a monster. "Shhh it's ok Melody. Cry it all out. I got you." He co

Melanie Ryker. This means that Melanie was the one with Alpha blood while her mate did not, he became Alpha because he was her mate. I went back to the second page to check if she had any male siblings but she was the only child. Melanie was Jaxon's aunt by blood and not through a bond. I closed the file and looked back up at Mr Cray. "Is this everything? What about records of her life?" I asked. "The Alpha had all the records removed of the Alpha family removed starting from Luna Jenny,"

Declan stands motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window, the neon glow of the city bleeding across the hardwood like liquid gold, painting his silhouette in flickering light. His shirt hangs loose, the fabric clinging to the damp heat of his skin, sleeves pushed up to reveal the corded muscle of his forearms. The faintest sheen of sweat glistens along his collarbone, catching the light as his chest rises and falls with controlled restraint. His jaw is set, a muscle ticking beneath the stubble, his shoulders taut with something raw and unspoken. I can see the pulse hammering at the base of his throat, the way his fingers flex at his sides, as if fighting the urge to reach for me.

His eyes were completely black, the pupils blown out until there was no colour left around the edges. "Julian is an idiot who thinks the world belongs to him because he carries my name," Melvin said. He closed the silver pocket knife with a sharp click. He stood up from the sofa. He was nearly two heads taller than me, his shadow blocking out the light from the large office window. "But you took something that belongs to the entire bloodline. That was your final mistake, little girl." "Your bloodline forgot how to fight for what belongs to them," I said.

My fingers tightened slowly as I asked, “I just need a box of cold medicine, the kind that reduces fever.” The nurse looked at me but didn’t move. Instead, she asked, “Basic paracetamol is one dollar. Cash or card?” One dollar? I couldn’t even come up with one dollar. All I had left on me was the 41 cents Cole hadn’t spent. The nurse waited quietly for a few seconds, her eyes sweeping over my miserable state. It seemed like she understood something. She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.”

A shiver creeps through my body, knowing that Jessblue's blood is like no other. I could feed on any Bampire, but it would not have the same effect as Jessblue’s virgin blood. She was born with a rare genetic blood type called SD7. The purity of the blood that runs in her veins is different than the average female Bampires on Bluestoria. It makes me and Cameron feel like drug addicts every time we feed on her. I turn my head to the right and look up to see an unconscious Jessblue, smiling and admiring the work I just performed on her.

Instead, a scream ripped out of me, torn from somewhere deep and primal. The mark at my neck flared white‑hot, so bright even through my squeezing eyelids I could see it. Light crawled under my skin, racing along my veins, chasing the black. It felt like being flayed from the inside out. My back arched in his hold, muscles locking. Foam flecked the corner of my mouth; my throat burned with the taste of metal and ash. “Moon above,” someone whispered. “Only Moonblood could survive such a dose,” Nyra said grimly. “If she weren’t what she is, she’d already be dead.”

"I'll open that at lunch, okay?" "Sure! We're going to be late for the first lesson anyway." On cue, the bell rang, and they made their way to English class. Sapphira was far more concerned about males sniffing her out as someone with royal blood. Since family smelled the same, she hoped that no one at the Mating Ball had met King Iri. Or her insane brother. The morning classes went quickly, and as Sapphira and El headed out onto the Common for lunch, the twins, Cressa and Lucas, caught up with them.