Rogue Trader Blood Ties 소설 & 이야기

She closed her eyes, awaiting the knife to cut into her skin, and just as she expected, a sting surged through her body and she clenched her hands by her side, her lips pressed tightly together. She felt Jacob's palm on her cheek for the second time and wondered what he was doing but she didn't dare to open her eyes. Jacob placed his cut over hers, their blood mixing. “ With this, we are bound together as master and slave. This is our blood ties,” His words were solemn and Ava snapped her eyes open to meet his deep ones. Bound by blood together as master and slave? “ From now on, you are mine. Mine to break and mend, mine to kill and save. Your name is now Felicia. Felicia, Slave to Jacob St

I was shattered and assumed it could not get any worse, but I was wrong. On my eighteenth birthday, my father and I had a fight. I had expected him to be home for my birthday, but he could not. I was tired of being surrounded by people who despised me, so I drank for the first time. I was turning eighteen, after all. I reminded myself. The next morning, I awoke in my bed with no idea how I got there, but that was not the worst. The worst part was that I was naked and no longer felt like a virgin. I tried but could not recall the previous night's events. I only remembered sitting and talking with Logan, who had surprised me earlier in the night by offering me a drink. Logan Grey was the son o

Lucian lifted his head, silver eyes burning intensely. “In the presence of moon and blood,” he said clearly, “I swear the Rogue Oath.” A collective gasp spread through the camp. Even Kaelen went still, because among rogues, a blood oath was sacred. Unbreakable. More binding than loyalty. Sometimes even stronger than mate bonds themselves. Lucian reached for the dagger at his side and dragged the blade across his palm without hesitation, blood spilled onto the earth. “I swear my life,” he continued. “My wolf. My blood. My soul.”

She’s still a rogue after all. “Alpha Leon, I not only owe your brother a debt for saving my life, but I owe you.” She took a deep breath as if trying to steady herself so her words would come across clear. “My son was born a rogue, regardless of the rules of rogue borns, not many would trust them. You took my son and made him a pack member. You took him from Hunter and the scumbags he rules over. You saved my son. I owe you for that. So yes, your brother saved my life, and I will return that debt as best I can. But you saved my soul, the only thing I have worth living for. So on your return, I want to make a blood bond.” Everything went silent.

"The history of our family is lengthy and intricate, Aria. Our parents belonged to a strong pack and were alphas. However, they were forced to leave after being deceived by their own pack members. As I heard what my twin sister had to say, a chill went down my spine. What did she say? That members of their own pack betrayed our parents? My twin sister went on, "We were split up when our parents were slaughtered in a vicious assault. You were taken by Ronan's pack, while I was captured by a renegade pack." Anger swept through me, and I sprang to my feet. "The pack of Ronan? "What do you mean?"

The memories rushed in, uninvited. I was just a boy when the Blood Nest Pack tore through my family. Their warriors were ruthless, led by Damian’s father, a monster who cared for nothing but power. We were outnumbered and outmatched. I had watched my parents fall, their blood staining the ground, while I was dragged away by survivors. That night had forged me, turning me into the rogue Alpha I was now. Wandering, scraping by, building a pack of misfits and outcasts. And now Lyra, Luna of the very pack that had destroyed mine, had walked into my camp with an offer I couldn’t refuse.

The blade caught the pale light, gleaming silver and deadly. Paige gasped, jerking back slightly. “Raymond…” “Trust me,” I said, my voice low but steady. I turned the blade toward myself and, without flinching, sliced across my palm. Blood welled instantly, dark and rich. The metallic scent filled the clearing, mingling with the lingering smoke. She stared at me, wide-eyed. “What are you doing?” I extended my bleeding hand toward her. “Giving you proof.” When she didn’t move, I took her wrist gently and lifted her hand. “Your blood carries power,” I murmured. “Mine carries lineage. If I ever betray you, let this act bind me to death.”

“Begging’s a waste. You had one job. Speak or bleed." He held the knife to her neck, enough to draw a thin line of blood. She didn’t scream. She just closed her eyes. Stay hidden. Don’t move; her voice reached me through the link. No matter what happens. I love you. “No,” I mouthed silently, trying to push back, trying to reach her mind again, but something blocked me out. The rogue grinned. "Just think of it as a way of repaying our daughter's blood debt." “What blood debt?” she asked suddenly, shaking. “What are you talking..."

"Ethan, the house didn't get demolished in the end. We had to sell it for medical bills, but it still wasn't enough. Your brother took the 200 thousand we saved for retirement, then abandoned us. "I regret everything. I shouldn't have favored him. Please help me. The cancer has spread. It's in the mid stage now. I need targeted medication. I'm in so much pain. I can't even sleep at night." I took the agreement out of my bag and placed it in front of her. "Sorry. Henry's the one responsible for you now." "B-but…" she stammered, but when she saw her own signature on the paper, the words died in her throat.

The once glorious Bloodmoon pack became a thing of the past. As for Wade, after Dad forced him to break his mate bond with me, everything was stripped from him. He lost his Alpha title, his pack, and his mate—everything he had. He became a Rogue driven out of every territory he tried to enter. For the rest of his life, all he could do was drift from place to place, barely surviving under the crushing weight of regret. He died without me ever acknowledging that Ava was indeed his daughter. However, whatever blood ties they had had long since turned into an irreparable regret, ruined by his own betrayal and obsession.