Novel & Cerita Who Did Meg Kill In Bloodline

“But you do. You know what your father would do if he found out some girl dared to stain his legacy. And you know he wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep doing it.” Ethan didn’t speak. His silence was louder than any denial Alexandra took a small breath, letting her next words land slow and sharp. “Now...let’s talk about my father. He’s been looking for an excuse to remind everyone why bloodlines matters. She’d make a perfect example.” Her gaze burned. “So go ahead. Be noble. Be brave. Let her be the headline, the cautionary tale, the poor stupid girl who thought she could rewrite legacy with feelings.”

“Just some folks.” “Like my brother,” I added in grief. This was the real reason he was killed. Because he was somehow cursed. But what did that actually mean? What actually happened to him? Why didn’t my dad do something to save him? What Quinn had told me opened doors to all of these questions that kept popping inside my head. “Not just your brother, Valeriya.” Quinn’s eyes were sorrowful and there was a hint of pity in her voice. “It’s your bloodline. The Sinclair bloodline.”

It was after Dad went insane that things started to go downhill - and he’d been insane since I was born. After Markus Irwin was executed for killing the beta of the pack, it was Grace Irwin - my sister - who killed her mate almost the same day she had a baby with him. What a shock it had been for the pack warriors to show up on our doorstep again. We thought something bad had happened to someone we loved, not that we were the ones in trouble for Grace’s wrong-doing. They thought we had something to do with the murders, and whilst that would be reasonable in any other family, my mother and I were broken enough having two conspirators.

“What do you mean, more?” He tilted his head slightly, as if considering her question. "You think you're just a regular girl, don't you?" He chuckled darkly. "That your life ended when your parents disappeared, that you were just some orphan scraping by. But you're wrong, Karina. You're more than that. You're part of a bloodline—a very important one." Her heart stuttered in her chest. *Bloodline?* What was he talking about? "Your parents," he continued, as if reading her thoughts, "they weren’t just some random casualties of debt collectors. They were part of something much larger. And now, you’re tied to it too. Whether you like it or not."

Silver energy burst from his hand and the force hit Serena directly and pushed her backward several steps. The crowd gasped loudly again and even Serena looked shocked for a second. “You dare touch me?” she snarled. “I should have stopped your bloodline years ago,” the Elder replied heavily and my stomach twisted. Bloodline. Years ago. This had started long before me, long before Black Hollow, long before Kael. My mother had been trapped inside this nightmare first. I looked at Elder Marrow slowly. “She knew, didn’t she?” Pain crossed his face immediately. “Yes.”

"No. That isn't feasible. There is no brother for me. Kane averted his gaze, regret visible on his face. "I apologize, Freya. It's true, though. Your blood is Azrak. He is the one responsible for everything. A feeling of nausea swept through me. My sibling? How could that have happened? How could the adversary be someone with my blood? "Why didn't you inform me earlier?" My voice rising with the wave of emotion that threatened to overwhelm me, I demanded. "Why don't you tell me?"

"You kill me and you're the only one left in our bloodline, men. Malik gone. Now you....you want me out too?" I scoffed. "Come on, man." "I left them fucking bloodline the night the bloodline kicked my poor mother and me outta the fucking street, motherfucker." He shook his head slightly. "Kai..." "He belongs to our bloodline, Tyrell." Imani chipped in, making him look at her as I sensed her close to me. I rested my eyes on him. "The Kincaid bloodline. Die in no peace, honey pie." Imani deadpanned.

"I have to pay for my crimes." He looked at the photo of his son, which he had torn from the DNA report. "I killed my child, Leo." "I killed my only flesh and blood." Leo sighed. "Boss, you were deceived. But the madam was truly desperate back then. She was deeply hurt." "Not deceived. Stupid," Darren's voice was hoarse. "My suspicion and incompetence ruined everything." At midnight, the safe house was surrounded. It wasn't the police. It was assassins from other families, working for the Morettis. Cleaning house.

I killed Meg. I killed her. I’m the champion. I won. “Fuck,” Blake sneers, pulling the back of dress apart until I’m barely covered. Warm, wet liquid rushes over my skin, my sides, pooling around me. Blood. My blood. Someone kneels near my head, their touch warm on my cheek. It’s familiar. A small, delicate hand, like a child’s. “I can find something to dull the pain–” “There’s no time.” Blake’s voice is rough, distant, like he’s talking through gritted teeth from across the room, but I can feel his hands on my back. “She shifted with this injury. It tore open her back. Fuck, I can see her spine–”

“Tonight‚ your mother’s legαcy dies with you.” “We’ll spαre your dαd‚” one of them muttered. “He doesn’t hαve powers. He’s no threαt.” But then… they pαused. One of them grinned wider αnd sαid‚ “Oh she hαs α son…” Bαldy fαcepαlmed himself‚ “How did we forget thαt? Your son cαrries both bloodlines. Yours. Αnd Αlphα Killiαn’s.”