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Dante lifted a large plastic package. “We’re calling on a Bratva boss’s grandchild, Dante. Not recruiting a child soldier.” He returned it with a long exhale. “This,” Elena said. “Magnetic construction set.” “We’re talking about the heir to the largest Bratva network on the East Coast—” “—who is six years old and cannot spell ‘Bratva’ yet.” Dante went quiet. His mouth opened. Closed. “…Fair point.” They turned toward the register. The store’s quiet shattered.

“You cannot let them touch you.” Kaelen moved beside Icarra instantly despite the danger. Lucian took her other side. Cassian’s wolves formed a defensive line. An impossible alliance born from necessity. The creatures began advancing slowly. Not rushing. Confident. As though they already knew the outcome, one of them tilted its head unnaturally toward Icarra, then spoke in a voice that sounded like bones breaking. “The bloodline returns.” Fear crawled down Icarra’s spine. “What are they?” Her mother’s eyes never left the creatures.

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.

"Let De Luca go. This is between us." "Between us?" Alessandro laughed, a dry, joyless laugh. "Everything is between us. It always was. Ever since we were born, ever since they locked me up, ever since I lived the life that should have been mine in a cell." "Elena, it wasn't our fault. We weren't even born yet."But they carry his blood. His name. His heritage. Alessandro pointed them out one by one. You, Dante, the heir. You, Enzo, the avenger. You, Antonio, the forgotten one. You, Andrea, are the wanted one. And you, Marco and Luca, are the accomplices. All tainted. All guilty.

His skin was tanned and freckled, mirroring the fur of his wolf, a rusty dappled colour. Sapphira had to admit. He was hot, especially when he was pissed off. He was still pondering what to do with Lucas after he had explained that he had lost control. Torin, the football player, was also the Beta's son, and so Alpha Kai had a reason to come down hard on Lucas for attacking him. This is why Sapphira stayed away from the leaders of the pack and their heirs. Politics.

Leo immediately lifted one hand. A tiny flame danced above his fingertips. The little boy grinned proudly. "Told you." Aurora rolled her eyes. "Show-off." Leo looked deeply pleased with himself. I turned another page. The next bloodline belonged to Sol. Or rather... To Elias. To the original royal bloodline. My breath caught. Solar Bloodline Gift: Light Spectrum Control. I blinked. Then read it again. Not sunlight. Not fire. Not solar energy. The entire spectrum of light. Visible.

Eldric stood there, alone, facing a dozen other elders who stared at him with cold, accusatory gazes. "You brought him back, Eldric," Lord Vorlag’s voice boomed through the room. He stood on the highest platform, his black wooden staff gripped tightly. "You brought the traitor back to this sacred land." "I brought back an Alpha of the Bane bloodline," Eldric countered calmly, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. "And I brought the foretold Heir of the Moonblood."

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

But eventually, I would have to. Until then, though, all he had to realize was that he was loved. Safe. Cherished. --- Journal Entry: Fractured Bloodlines Tonight, Lucas showed me his scars—not the type you keep hidden beneath designer suits, but those you bear within. He's no prince of legend that people dream about. He's a survivor. So am I. And maybe, just maybe. Fragmented pieces fit more perfectly together than whole ones ever could.

“I was told to destroy this journal. I refused. Too many lives have been lost because the truth was buried.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the page. Whoever had written this had been afraid. I continued. “The First Blood Heir is not simply an heir to a throne. The child carries blood from two ancient Alpha lines. One line belongs to Blackthorn. The other belongs to a bloodline that the elders believed had disappeared.” I stopped. Blackthorn. Ronan's pack. My heart began beating faster. I read the sentence again. Two Alpha bloodlines. I thought about the portrait.