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Aurora leaned into her, trembling slightly but resolute. “We don’t run,” Sophia said quietly, voice steady. “We make tonight the one they’ll never forget.” They announced the stream immediately: “Bloodline Last Stand.” By the time the cameras went live, over 11 million viewers had flooded in. The sanctuary was packed with nearly twenty family members — cousins, second cousins, all consenting adults of the bloodline. The air was thick and heavy with the scent of warm oil, sweet leaking milk, sweat, and raw, collective arousal. Crimson lights pulsed like a heartbeat.

I said, and Saga visibly shuddered. “There’s something seriously wrong with that guy,” Saga said, and William put his arm around her. “Can’t I just alter his memories?” “I’m not sure if that would work. The royal bloodlines are different, somehow. We’re less affected by powers,” I said. Malachi, Jessica, Kiran, and Adara had opted to eat dinner in my dining room, as they worked through the ledgers and books I gave them. Kiran also didn’t want to lose his temper and kill Rupprecht. I had agreed with that last part. It would be safer for everyone. Jessica had just laughed and said he might just break his neck the first time Rupprecht sniffed in any of their directions.

A dart, glinting in the torchlight. I tried to dodge, but I was too slow. The dart buried itself in my neck. Fire exploded through my veins. Not poison, something worse. Something that made my wolf howl in agony and my human consciousness begin to fracture. "Bloodline accelerant," Victoria said pleasantly. "A little cocktail I've been developing for years. It forces the Silver Wolf transformation immediately, before the trial can be completed. Before you're ready. You're going to transform now, Xavier. Right now. And when you do, you'll be vulnerable. Confused. Desperate. That's when I'll put the collar on Thelma, link her life to mine, and you'll have no choice but to serve me. Checkmate."

"Oi, this better not get me hunted down! That was ok for two lifetimes not a third." Reap System: Your Sect is a Non-Discrimination Sect. You will be fine. Also, your false mother has Devil blood in her. This works in your favor. Your false father had an unknown genetic strain as well. The new behavior can be blamed on the Bloodline awakening. So... praise me, partner .. praise me.

He could sense her lips throbbing and her veins pumping blood. He grunted and continued talking, “There’s only a thin chance of turning someone into a Vampire. It is thinner if your bloodline is closer to the original Vampire.” She could feel she had no way of escaping him. She might as well converse and listen to what he has to say. She breathes in and out till she calms down. “How far are you in this bloodline?” She asks. He grinned and kissed her on the forehead. Happy she’s taking an interest in his story, “5th, I was turned into a Vampire during the Black Death.”

He hugged me close to try to block the bullets with his wide back. I yelled out in fear, "Joseph! No!" However, the gun suddenly went silent, and he was not hurt. It was Elliot who had dashed in front of us, breaking away from Joseph's people. A bullet had gone right through his heart. He slumped to the ground, and blood kept pouring out. The others quickly circled around Sheila, who was frozen with shock. Elliot, who was barely hanging on, gave me a weak smile and said, "I'm sorry... If dying means I could go back to the past, then I'd do it."

The call cut off abruptly. I could feel his anxiety crackling through the static. I pressed a hand to my abdomen. The pain there was nothing compared to the tearing inside me. Hot liquid seeped through the fabric of my evening gown. The agony was so intense it left me numb, sharp and clear. Thirty minutes ago, I'd been ambushed during a Black Hand operation at the Ricci compound. I needed Dante's private seal, the only way to get me access to the family's medical team.

“You…Logan! Mum stood, frozen, as she locked eyes with the familiar figure standing before her, a burning rage growing in her. “I always knew you were up to no good. You blood sucking, power driving son of a bi…..” “Quit being dramatic, it's already over!, Hand her over!. He taunted, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. Suddenly, he shifted into a massive black wolf with horrifying crimson eyes, baring its teeth as it growled fiercely. In a flash, he slammed into her. The room was immediately filled with the horrific sound of flesh tearing as its enormous jaws dug into her shoulder. “Noooo…!”, the word tore out from my throat. I immediately clutched my mouth with my hand, my eyes widene

Mario continued, “Blood is thicker than water. Always remember... Leone blood runs in your vein. Even if our family is not smooth, don’t spit on your family name.” Before she could reply, he hung up. The phone beeped. The line went dead. Amara lowered the phone slowly, her eyes still fixed on the mirror. Her face was blank, but then something shifted. A small smile crept up. It widened... and widened... until she burst into laughter. The sound echoed through the room. Sharp, strange laughter..like someone who finally realized the game they were in. She flipped her hair back and kept staring at herself. “What about you make use of this moment wisely,” she muttered under her breath.

“You know, wood on wood.” I chuckled. “Yeah, I got that part.” Navo chuckled in my ear. “That was a good one, except that Pinocchio wears gloves, so it’s not really wood on wood.” “Fuck off, Navo,” Wilder said. “He took himself raw.” The men chuckled as Wei’s car came into view. We had set up chairs under the shade of a tree. The illusion of this meeting taking place needed to happen so my father, Lev, Wrath, Agron, and Gage had time to execute their attacks. Bruce Wei would be the last one to die.