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"Okay look at it this way. If you and your mate should have a child, the child will be Alpha blood. There is no changing it because the very first Alpha of Truemoon Pack two hundred years ago, drank the blood of the very first Alpha pure blood created by the moon. So that makes him an Alpha blood and not a pure blood. Only descendants of the first pure blood Alpha will be pure blood. But all Alphas are Alpha bloods." I took a while to grasp that one. "But, your child who is still Alpha blood from your mate, WILL be a Beta pure blood by GENES." "Oooooohhhh..." I drawled as the lightbulb lit. "It's all about the hereditary of it all. So even though Niall has the Alpha blood of the first pure b

Syre scowled, folding his arms, resembling that of a toddler, who was winning an argument. "Look here uh…" "Prince Syre," he smirked. "Whatever," I snapped, "uh, What are you, like twelve?-" "I'm fourteen," he frowned. "I think I know more about anything than you could possibly ever try to-" "Well, then I suppose you know that Female Purebloods are killed at birth, by law they are not allowed to live," he trailed off looking at me, "They are known to be weak."

The old sigils of their bloodline, the serpent, the crown, the iron rose gleamed faintly on the pages before they turned to ash. Matteo watched in silence as she spoke, her voice low but unwavering: “For centuries, our power came from blood, blood shed, blood bound, blood, curses. It made us strong, but it also made us slaves.” She lifted one of the scrolls, its ink blackened with age. “This was written in fear. In the belief that power could only exist through pain. But we have learned another way.” The parchment caught fire, curling inward like a dying heart.

Rae Frank Rivers. The name remained on the screen, black letters against faded paper. For thirteen years, he had existed only as a shadow buried beneath memories I could not reach. Now he had a place in an official ledger, marked beside a symbol Jesse recognized. My father had not disappeared from history. Someone had recorded exactly where he belonged. “What does Pureblood mean?” I asked. Jesse’s fingers remained still above the tablet. “It was a movement made up of families from several packs. They believed bloodlines weakened whenever wolves bonded with humans or mixed-blood descendants.”

They would be a new pure blood but a pure blood all the same. Austin's family has been pure blood for generations; in fact there is speculation that they date back to the original Betas. All of his relatives, because they were never Betas, are of pure blood Beta decent forever more. Made Betas lose the status and gene benefits if it does not pass down in generation so if my offspring do not become Betas my lineage loses the genes. This is applicable to same sex couples as well as male/female couples but as most female/male couples both contribute to the DNA it is not an issue. If one or both are infertile then it plays a factor.

"We've confirmed the attacker's connection to the Pure Blood Coalition. His weapon, the suicide capsule he carried, and documents found at his residence all point to membership in this extremist group. However, he appears to have been a relatively low-level operative, not someone with access to the organisation's leadership." "And what exactly is this Pure Blood Coalition? Beyond the little I know?" I pressed, though I had gleaned bits and pieces from overheard conversations and security reports Theo had allowed me to see. Simpson's expression darkened. "An extremist organisation dedicated to maintaining what they call 'blood purity'—specifically, preventing integration between Lycans and we

“Are they like nobility or something?” “Something like that,” Stacy said. “I guess you could call them the three noble families of witch-kind. The Hargraves are the family of power. All the magical powerhouses come from that family. They also run the magical academies for witches, specifically the application side. Then, there are the Brightvalleys. They’re the family of justice. They work really close with the SCF and the Council and tend to be in the middle of most inter-species negotiations. You’ll meet one of them probably during the court cases.” “Court cases?”

“She owes you a blood debt according to you but what about the fact that all the wizards and witches owe their lives to her for releasing the House of Untolds from the Infertility Curse?" Maeve and Nimue gasped at the Conqueror's throaty rasp. Nimue swayed on her feet, if Maeve hadn't held her up she would have fallen on her knees as her mind started to grasp around the magnitude of the Conqueror's words. Nimue was from the House of Untolds, also known as the Cursed Ones. Witches didn't belong to families, they don't belong to kins. Witches' children were born with a stamp on their souls, their identity was based on the House their souls had the stamp of.

The witches were separated into categories of smaller covens, battle mages who were practically warriors and way more powerful than ordinary witches, and the thirteen chosens who would sooner or later seat on the council of thirteen. Nine of the chosens usually came from the nine long-standing houses with pure blood, while the other four were picked from amongst the battle mages through a rigorous testing and competition process and final blessing of the pool of rebirth. Last were the guardian families tasked with protecting the lineage of Tara’s family as they were believed to be the bloodline of the great goddess Osoro--a job they had failed terribly over the one thousand plus years their

They were either descendants of families that interbred with werewolves, or children of two Impure Lycans. “There's one last thing I need to do to be very sure of all this.” I told Alicia and Zane afterwards. “It could be that the Purebloods are just very lucky and haven't been exposed to the sickness yet. We can't afford to make claims that still have some holes.” “But you've already asked the parents. And none of them are Purebloods,” said Alicia. “We need to be completely certain, Alicia. There's no guarantee that it's not merely luck. We need tangible facts that we can stand on, unwaveringly.”