Who Did Meg Kill In Bloodline Novels & Stories

Albert looked up sharply. “But Athena is gone.” “Bloodlines don’t die with bodies,” I murmured. “Cess is her son. I’m her mate. And you… you carry my mark. My magic. Which means my lineage touches your child too.” Albert stiffened. Eyes widening, breath trembling. “Bibi Kamwe doesn’t just want me dead,” I continued. “She wants the bloodline erased. Permanently. She sees Athena’s name in me, Cess… and now in our child.”

Megan clenched her fists tightly. She took out her cell to call someone. More precisely, the assassin she hired. Not just one, but two people. She had paid them dearly to kill her husband. And ordered them not to leave any traces. Megan had to make sure again that they didn’t leave any traces, so her heart would feel relieved. Beep. The call is connected. Without further ado, Megan immediately said her intention. “Come to my house. There’s something I need to discuss with you,” Megan said.

The ancestors were in front of me, and Laura was in one of their arms. "Can you tell me what happened?" I demanded as I cradled her in my arms. She seemed at ease as I placed her on the couch. I pressed my fingers against her neck, looking for a pulse. As she didn't have a pulse, a tear streamed down my cheek. I lost something important to me yet again, and this time it had to do with ancestors. "You did it, you murdered her!" My eyes were filled with rage as I growled. "No, the Magi killed her, Rory killed her after she discovered who she was," Sasha explained. I looked at her, perplexed. Why would Rory be interested in a Lycan?

Merga let out with a stern look on Robert whose face became filled with fury. "Diala and her father? They knew about this whole scheme and planned to kill me along with my brother? This is unbelievable," Robert yelled in resentment, his hand tightened into a fist as deep anger shone in his eyes. Merga nodded, "Yes, that's the truth, that is why you have to get your strength back because if your brother should find out that you are still alive, he will send men to kill you," she said with a steady voice, a severe expression on her face.

“Older ones with me. Mia, stay with Hope and the little ones.” “No,” Mia said firmly. “We do this together.” They moved as a family through the flickering corridors. The traitor was fast, but Hope’s connection guided them. They cornered him near the power core. He turned, gun raised. “The bloodline belongs to us now.” Hope stepped forward, glowing brighter. “No. It belongs to family.” A wave of energy exploded from her. The traitor dropped his weapon, screaming as golden light wrapped around him. But the effort cost her. Hope collapsed.

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.

But he had been planning this all along. 'Why me?' I asked, the words shaking. 'Why not kill me that night?' He tilted his head. 'Because you are the key. The Lost Bloodline is not a myth, Aria. It’s an equation, and you are the missing variable. Your power isn’t evolution—it’s correction. A return to what we were meant to be before the divide.' I didn’t understand, not fully—but part of me felt it. The ancient pull in my veins, the voice that had whispered in my dreams since I first shifted.

“No, Megan. You're getting it all wrong.” “You just don't get it, do you?!” Megan snapped, snatching her hand from Veronica’s grip. “I killed someone. Not just anybody. The Alpha's son, Veronica! The future Alpha of this pack! Do you know what that means? Do you have the tiniest bit of idea what it means?” She shouted with tears in her eyes. “Do you think the Alpha will say, “Oh, thank you for what you did? Or do you think he will give me a pat on the back for a job well done?” She looked away, chuckling bitterly, and her expression turned cold right after.

“I will not sleep beneath his shadow any longer.” Naviah pressed, low and steady in Evelyn’s mind. “He is running on a story that feels like blood to him. He will not hear yours unless you make him, tell him Evelyn.” “My daughter was murdered,” Evelyn said, and the words landed between them like an iron ring catching fire. “Poison. By Alpha Adrian’s hand. I tore down the woman who helped pour it, and I would do it again in a heartbeat.” Soren didn’t look away. For the first time, something in his gaze shifted but not soft, deliberate, like a man acknowledging terrain he hadn’t expected. A recognition. Loss speaking to loss across a narrow bridge.

“Trust you Elvin, I don’t think I am going to do that for a long time and when were you about to tell me that your ex was related to my bloodline, before or after you slept with me, I don’t even want to see your face Elvin but I am not letting this slide away, I want to know everything this time and still won’t see your face after that” I kept on staring Elvin even though he was getting uncomfortable but I was not responsible for providing him comfort and I wanted these answers so I kept on staring at him until he decided to give me answers so he sat on the bed tried to hold my hand but I shrugged it off and just stood there waiting for him to speak and he finally did, “Richard Forbes would