Rogue Trader Blood Ties นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That way, I might actually escape the fact that I had a blood oath. He looked really chill over what had just happened and I smiled at him. There he was, willing to listen to everything I have to say now that he had me in his clutches. If he was also about to do anything for me just for an opportunity to meet with my entire brotherhood, then that means the price would be far greater. Something right now told me that he wanted our lives or something. He was a rogue and a crook. Definitely someone I could not attempt trusting or I very well have to acknowledge that I was signing off my life to him.

“Blood means nothing when it’s rotten.” I knew he meant the Chevre name. I knew he meant family ties that corrode from the inside out. My jaw tightened. “Then I guess we’re the same,” I said quietly. “Alice Grey’s death will never sit right with me. And I’ll carry that until I’ve paid the debt.” We let the rain’s patter fill the silence—until it wasn’t silence anymore. From upstairs, the muffled rhythm of skin on skin pushed through the walls. A low, feminine moan floated down, sharp enough to cut through the hum of the street. Then another—louder this time, shameless.

" Just those two syllables silenced Marco's sobbing instantly. "You have bled for the Family. I remember." A flash of wild hope lit Marco's eyes. "However." Don Vincenzo stood and walked slowly toward him, looking down from above. "You killed my blood. You owe me a blood debt. It must be repaid." He delivered the final judgment. "At sunrise tomorrow, your right hand will be cut off. You are stripped of all rank and property. You will be expelled from the inner circle. Your life will be spared. This is the greatest mercy I can offer."

"You heard me. You're his half brother, Congo. Not his brother." Congo exploded, turning his head halfway around to snarl at the backseat. "You ungrateful, paranoid little bitch! Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me about my own family? Look at where you are right now! You'd both be rotting in that trash heap if I hadn't come for you. I brought my three men, I risked our necks, I" "You mean Dante's men," I cut him off, my voice sharp and venomous. "They answer to him, Congo. Not you."

“That’s a pureblood heir. If anything happened, the entire vampire world would lose its mind.” Beneath the blanket, my hand slowly rested over my stomach. Her child was the pureblood heir the entire vampire world had been waiting for. Mine was only a half-blood that should never have existed. From the very beginning, they belonged to two completely different worlds. The hospital room fell silent again. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the blood bond document. The once vivid crimson words had finally faded away completely. I stared at the blank page for a very long time before slowly tearing it apart.

"And because we know he'll be a worthy ally when I become Alpha of Cresthowl pack." Blood Grove's eyes flickered with a brief amusement before his expression turned thoughtful. His eyes flicked back and forth between Nick and Kiya. Finally, he nodded, his jaw clenched. "I'll buy your plan," he said, his voice gruff. "But if I notice any questionable moves, I won't hesitate to take your lives." Nick brought his hands down and stood upright. He nodded, his eyes locked on Blood Grove's. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he said.

Her limp matched the throb in my knee because I had taken the impact through the bond without realizing. In the hallway, she stopped. “You checked me to prove a point. Happy now?” “You scored on me yesterday,” I said. “Had to even it.” Her laugh was sharp. “This isn’t a dick measuring contest, Zane.” “No. It’s survival. Rogue blood is coming and you need to be unbreakable.” She went still. “What do you know about rogues?” “More than you.” I stepped closer. “My mother’s one. Or was. Pack whispers say that she’s back.”

I also don’t know what the future will hold for Kurt. Siegfried was the alpha of the rogues. And it wasn’t just because he fought for it and proclaimed it so. Siegfried is of alpha blood. His father fell to mine and lost his pack. Any that didn’t pledge to Bloodmoon became rogues. I’m pretty sure those that became rogues were in the Syndicate that Siegfried formed.

“Then why won’t you look at me?” Brendan stiffened for a moment but then melted into her touch, leaning against her palm. A softness lingered in his eyes as he scanned her face, “I don’t want to lie to you.” “Then don’t.” “Love…” He groaned, “Let’s just say, I come from a powerful bloodline.” Her brows furrowed, “An Alpha bloodline?” He shook his head. “Beta?” “It doesn’t matter,” he gripped her waist, “I’m a Rogue now, that’s all I’ll ever be.”

Yet here I was. Hunted from every side, pushed into a darkness that I didn’t know I could survive. The forest blurred as I pushed harder, ignoring the sharp protest in my legs. Behind me, somewhere beyond the dark, there were always footsteps. If not wolves sent by the Council, then rogues eager to cash in on my name. An Alpha-born rogue was worth more alive than dead, at least to the right people. My own blood had decided that much. The bond hit without warning. It slammed into my spine, white-hot and violent, stealing the breath from my lungs. I staggered, catching myself against a tree as my vision swam.