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His eyes gleamed with malice as he lowered his voice, "All you need is the condom he used with his girlfriend. Take it and do IVF with his sperm. I'll help you with the rest. "You can make use of the fact that the baby was born out of wedlock to get your hands on the inheritance rights. After all, you'd be the mother of the Mortis family's heir." Francesca had a greedy look on her face as she listened to James' plan. Then, she nodded and said, "We'll do it your way." I felt a chill run down my spine as I watched this unfold, and goosebumps appeared on my skin. I finally understood how that child came to be in my previous life.

Blood oozes freely from the wound in his skull, pooling on the ground beneath him in a dark, spreading stain. Then I hear Lucian’s voice whisper close to my ear, triumphant and cold. “Corvin was a Nightbane. And we intend to do this to all the others who dare to stand against the attack that is to come in a few days. Every traitor, every weak link—eliminated.” Then he releases his hands from me abruptly. I fall forward onto my hands and knees, the impact jarring through my bones. The blood from Corvin flows across the dirt and corrupts my hands where they press into the ground, warm and sticky, seeping between my fingers like an accusation.

He grabbed his gun from the ground with his right hand and held my hand above my head with his left hand. 'I hope you burn in hell!' I spat when he pointed the gun at my head. 'Oh no. You'll be the one burning.' A stranger's voice screamed from the doorway. A gun was fired when I closed my eyes. A heavy weight fell down on me and cut off my air pipe. I heard my father breathing out his last breath and tried pushing off the heavy body of my father but I didn't have the strength. I felt warm liquid over my left arm. My father's blood. He's dead.

Luther hums, keeping his eyes fixed at my neutral face. My throat goes dry. “ A blood promise? ” “ Yes. A blood promise. Don’t worry, you will only lose a little blood. A cut will be made on your hand and a cut will be made on my hand. I will mix both our bloods and drink it. You will have to do the same to seal the promise. Until you fulfil your promise, I will be able to always find you no matter where you are. The same will be the case for me, you will always find me. And if one of us breaks the promise and doesn’t fulfil our part of the deal, the other has the right to kill and the traitor won’t be able to retaliate. ” Luther Vladimir explains the whole thing to me.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

Her cries and pleas helped me breathe better as I decorated her stomach with several bloody slashes. My eyes probably resembled those of a mad woman, and I couldn’t care less. I was mad, dammit! These assholes really had a whole fūcking scheme against us, and we really fell for it. They had really destroyed us in more ways than we could have ever imagined. But that’s why they had to pay. “Il sangue è l’unico pagamento per peccare.” (Italian: “Blood is the only payment for sinning.”) I murmured under my breath before pushing her body to its limit.

"My dearest, your great grandmother worked with traitors that killed the ones I blessed to rule over my people. I cursed the magic tree after that and took away magical abilities from those that still lived. The traitors would have failed if they didn't have magic." I buried my face in my palms and then I cried. For my mother who had suffered the illest fate. I thought my life was bad but she must have had it worse. I couldn't imagine having to flee my home to avoid the wrath of the people my family had hurt only to end up in the same situation as before. My blood. I had the blood of a traitor. I always thought it was an insult meant to get me down but it was true. My great grandmother had b

“You think she believes it? “She doesn’t need to believe it,” I reply. “She just needs us to.” Mateo walks in then, holding a tablet. “I found something. The inscription—‘When blood betrays blood’—it’s not new. It’s from the Codex Sangue. A prophecy written by the Vatican centuries ago. It warns of a bloodline cursed by its own union.” I meet his eyes. “Whose bloodline?” He hesitates. “The Moretti lineage.”

I said. Ronan’s gaze sharpened. “We already knew that.” “No,” I replied. I looked at both of them now. “We’re dealing with someone who was never meant to exist.” The silence that followed was unforgiving. Because that was far worse than a simple traitor. As my gaze drifted back to the mark one last time, one thought settled with absolute clarity. This wasn’t just infiltration. This wasn’t just power. This was blood. And blood had a way of finding its way back, no matter how deeply it was buried.

It was over in seconds, three corpses now slumped in the chairs where moments ago there had been living men. Dante stood in the center of the carnage, breathing heavily, blood dripping from his hands and splattered across his face and chest. He turned to me, his eyes still more red than gold, and I could feel through our bond that he was struggling to maintain control. The hybrid wanted to hunt, wanted to tear through the compound until the traitor was found and destroyed, wanted to paint the walls with the blood of anyone who might have betrayed us. "We have a traitor in our midst," he said, his voice rough and layered with the hybrid's growl. "Someone we trust, someone with access to sensi