Novel & Cerita Marco Bloodline

Marco wasn't just some enemy from Alexander's past. He was family. My family. "Marco built his empire on blood... but Luca was the only person he ever loved. When your stepfather killed him to cover his debts, Marco snapped. Philip, Marco and your father were related, cousins or sorts." I shook my head slowly, tears burning behind my eyes. "Then why would he want me?" Alexander's gaze burned into mine. "Because you're the last piece of him, the last D'Angelo bloodline. And men like Marco... they don't let go of what's theirs or what they consider theirs."

“It was designed to suppress rank and strip a man or woman of their wolf without killing him.” I swallowed. “But it kept failing,” he said. “Because there was one thing he couldn't obtain.” He stopped pacing and turned to me. “Ancient blood. The wolves from the old era—the true Moonblessed line—are nearly extinct,” Marco went on. “Those who survived the Great War crossbred to keep the population growing. Their blood became diluted.” He paused. “Even Salcan,” he finished. My brows furrowed. “And?” “And it didn't work. Well… it did, but it was unstable.”

"Blood." "Fresh." Kael opened his eyes. "Hers?" "No." "Human." "Male." Another pause. "The scent matches Marcus Holt's file." *Marcus.* He turned. The wind hit his jacket. Pulled at him. And for a moment he allowed himself to feel the full shape of what was coming. The moon. The marking. The woman who had arrived in his town carrying a bloodline that would draw every old enemy he had straight to her door. She had come here looking for her brother.

’ [You asked for it Brat, you are lucky not to be in the dungeons because that is what your behaviour and your bloodline deserve. She glared at him in shock, ‘La mia linea di sangue.’ [My bloodline?] Angelo sneered down at her, ‘Pensavi che non lo sapessimo? Tutta la famiglia sa chi sei Santini, Romero è un Marconi, siamo tutti Marconi e non abbiamo bisogno di feccia come te che diluisce la nostra fottuta linea di sangue.' [Did you think we didn’t know? The whole family knows who you are Santini, Romero is a Marconi, we are all Marconi’s and we don’t need scum like you diluting our fucking bloodline.]

“Alpha… there’s more.” Lowell’s eyes snap to him. “Speak.” “Marco… he’s trying to recreate what his father did. The same sacrifice. The blood ritual. He’s after the Lycan blood in your lineage.” The words hit like a blade to the gut. Lowell staggers back a step. His mind reels. Memories he buried deep claw their way up. His father’s death. The blood on the altar. The chains that bound him in the dark cave as a boy, while Marco wore the crown that wasn’t his.

And now slowly resurfacing. "So Marco...he was part of this splinter group?" Cinthye gestured the tattoo. "He knew about the heir. He knew about me." Damien nodded in agreement. "It's possible. The splinter group was fiercely committed to the original Cator bloodline. They would protect the heir at all costs. And if Marco was involved, then his last words...were meant for you." A new set of questions flooded her mind. If Marco knew the truth, who else knew? Did her mother knew? Her father? Are they even her real parents? Was their family merely product of her imagination? Carefully threaded to protect a secret that now threatened to consume her?

"If the throne is being handed down to heirs, if blood is the deciding factor, if leadership is earned through lineage… then shouldn’t it go to the one who has already raised the heir? Protected him? Given him a family?" He looked down at Leo, who was now quietly playing with Marco’s collar, unaware of the storm around him. "My claim isn’t just through blood," Marco added. "It’s through guardianship, love, and action. It is not through unborn promises, but living proof." He smiled, very proud of himself. So proud for unleashing the chaos and making us restless. "When these two can leave their firstborn to cry until he dies," he sneered, "what’s the guarantee they wouldn’t do the same with th

Whatever he found in her face made him cross to her without a word and sit beside her. Cole came in behind him. He looked at Marcus. Marcus looked back. The complicated weight of everything between them — Lena, the years, the things that had been done and the things that couldn't be undone — sitting in the room without anyone naming it. Cole sat down. "Tell them," Rain said to Marcus. Marcus looked at the three of them. Then he told them. He started with the bloodline. Not with Lena specifically — with the history of it. Where it came from. How old it was, he spoke carefully and without rushing the way a man speaks when he has been holding something for a very long time and is finally, delib

Jade and Blair also sat down, and I could sense that they were preparing themselves to share something significant. "Harlow, this might be hard for you to understand, but there's a reason why we are all here," Marc began. "You see, I am the last surviving member of an ancient bloodline, and it is believed that my offspring will carry on the legacy." My mind was racing, trying to comprehend the gravity of Marc's words. "So, you're saying that one of us needs to bear your child to continue the bloodline?" Marc nodded solemnly. "Yes, that's correct. It's a responsibility that I never asked for, but it's a duty that I must fulfill. Jade and Blair have been trying, but so far, we haven't been suc