Novel & Cerita Solo Sikoa Bloodline

For four years, I bled for the Ashford family, taking the blame for their failures while they hid the fact that I was born without a wolf's scent. Order Whitmore turns his gaze toward the bloody bed inside the transport vehicle where Sliver Ravenscroft lies, breathing steadily now. He mutters to himself, his voice laced with awe. "To suppress a fatal silver toxicity without triggering a total pack-rejection shock... the bloodline control... the execution must be absolute. It is a technique long thought lost to the ancient lines." His eyes suddenly light up, a sharp realization hitting him. "The silent aura... the way the ambient pressure shifted in the room... there is only one bloodline cap

" he yelled. "She knows enough!" Rryan yelled back. "It is Done! I have mated with her and she bares my mark!" then he spoke softer, "My bloodline will remain pure, just as yours did all those years ago, is it not the same as what you, did with her mother. Was she not also your ... " he cleared his throat.. "Mate too?" She is the only one I will even want or need." with that, his father grew silent.

What did this mean for all of us? “I know,” Sophia nodded, “but as a member of the Alpha’s bloodline, we don’t believe I will have a mate. I’d like to stay with the pack I know and love, but I can’t produce any heirs. Not just because of the blood oath, but because,” She looked at her brother and scrunched up her face, “that’s just gross.” “Sophia!” he barked a warning at her and went back to glaring at Giorgos.

They say karma is a bitch.... but not many believe it neither did I until today, when my past is standing right in front of me laughing at my face, and even in this pin drop silence I could hear its laughter like ricochet piercing through my ears and hitting its core along with my subconscious which reminds me that I’m sitting here all by myself drenched in blood clueless and helpless, unable to process what just happened wondering what went wrong in my story for it to take such a drastic turn. It has always been a battle of bloodlines but who would’ve thought for it to turn into a literal bloodbath, with my hands covered in the only thing I was always running from.

“Tonight, under the blood moon, we witness the passing of power. Alpha Alexander Laurent, step forward.” Alpha Alexander approached the altar. In his hand was the ceremonial dagger—the same blade used by his father “I, Alexander Laurent, Alpha of the Silverthorn Pack, renounce my title and pass it to my son, my blood, my successor.” He sliced his palm and let his blood fall on the stone. “By blood and moon, I release my hold.” The ground itself seemed to hum as the blood moon overheard pulsed brighter. “Ethan Laurent,” Sage said, “step forward and claim your birthright.”

THE BLOODLINE BREAKER The silence that followed Sierra’s words stretched into something brittle and sharp. Liana's breath caught. "End... the bloodline?" Sierra nodded. "The bloodline of the First Wolves. The cursed kings. The gods who chained you to fate. You weren't born to serve their legacy, Liana. You were born to destroy it." Kael moved instinctively, stepping in front of Liana, shielding her as if from the truth itself. "You said she was Luna-touched. That she carried divine light."

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

His eyes burrow into my soul as he says, “You’re my only living child, Raya.” “What happened to the others?” He breathes out a long breath, his shoulders are hunched like this is a heavy burden he’s been carrying for who knows how long. He shook his head, “My genetics are odd and I don’t know why. I’ve never been able to knock up another vampire, it was frowned upon that I wasn’t continuing my bloodline and damn it! I was fucking trying to.”

I had thrown that out there to stir the pot, but I did not expect Nelson and Yvonne's faces to go pale the moment the words left my mouth. Nelson forced a laugh. "Illegitimate kids? Come on, Ethan and the rest are my brother's children, too. They're Smiths just like us." However, Nelson looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and I felt a jolt of suspicion. My eyes could not help but scan over Ethan and his siblings. That was when I saw it. My dad had double eyelids, a trait I had inherited. However, all three Ethans had single eyelids, just like Nelson.

Real. "Or what? You’ll scream?" Elias smiles, and it is worse than any snarl. "No one will come, Selena. The Pack knows what I do here. They approve. Because unlike my nephew, I understand that some decisions are too important to be left to sentiment." He reaches out—not with the sickle, but with his free hand, as if to cup my cheek. The gesture is intimate, paternal, and deeply wrong. "He won’t mark you, you see. He thinks he’s being noble, protecting you from the bloodline. But the bloodline doesn’t care about nobility. It cares about completion. And if he won’t do his duty, then I will do it for him. A forced marking is still a marking. You will be bound to the Pack, and your... anomaly..