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Chapter 6 - BloodLines

The Council scroll was gone by morning, but its presence lingered like smoke after a fire.

Lucien didn't speak of it again. Neither did Cain. But I felt the tension in the walls. The way guards moved faster, spoke less. Something had shifted.

And it was because of me.

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I sat in the library, flipping pages I couldn't read. Old wolf texts. Bloodline records. Territory maps.

I wasn't a scholar. I was a survivor. But part of me itched to understand. If the Council was summoning me, I needed to know what they saw in me.

I didn't hear him enter.

Lucien moved like a shadow, silent even when he stood a few feet behind me. His presence alone sent a shiver down my spine.

"You're up early," he said.

I closed the book slowly. "Couldn't sleep."

His eyes dropped to the text I'd abandoned. He raised a brow.

"Ancestry records?"

"I wanted to see if I could find myself in there. See where I came from."

He moved closer, scanning the spines. "You won't. Your bloodline's not recorded in these halls."

"Because I'm not important enough?"

"No," he said. "Because your lineage is sealed. Hidden."

My breath caught.

"What does that mean?"

Lucien turned to face me fully. "It means someone—maybe your mother, maybe your former Alpha—didn't want anyone to know what you are."

I stood slowly.

"And what am I?"

He studied me.

Then stepped closer. Not menacingly. Just… intimately.

"You're not just an omega, Celia," he said. "You were born under the rarest lunar sign. A Blood Moon child. That only happens once every few generations. And the last one became the mate of a Lycan King."

My knees felt weak.

"That doesn't make sense," I whispered. "I don't have power. I'm not special."

His eyes flickered gold.

"You feel powerless because someone bound your wolf. Suppressed your instincts."

I swallowed hard. "You think Damien—?"

"I think he feared what you'd become."

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The room grew quiet.

My heart pounded. My wolf stirred faintly, like a flame licking the edges of dry paper.

Lucien's voice dropped lower.

"When I first saw you in the cell, your scent was buried. But I still felt it. A pull. And now… it's stronger."

"You're not my mate," I said automatically.

"I know," he replied. "But I'm something. And that child inside you carries more than royal blood. It carries magic."

He stepped even closer.

I backed against the bookshelf.

"You want me to believe I'm powerful?" I asked.

"No," he said, eyes locked on mine. "I want you to remember who you were before they broke you."

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For a moment, I didn't breathe.

Lucien was too close. His heat, his scent, his presence — all of it tangled in the air between us. I could hear his heart beating. Slow. Steady. Measured.

Then his fingers brushed my wrist. Not to hold me. Just to feel.

The bond pulsed. My wolf responded before I did — a tremble in my chest, a hitch in my breath.

He didn't kiss me.

But gods, he could have.

And I would have let him.

Instead, he stepped back.

Too soon.

Too wisely.

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Before I could speak, Cain entered. His face tight, eyes sharp.

"Border flare," he said.

Lucien's expression hardened instantly. "Who?"

"Damien's messenger. Flag of truce. No warriors, just one wolf."

Lucien turned to me.

"You're not to leave this room."

"I'm not a prisoner," I snapped.

"You're not ready," he replied.

Then he was gone.

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I stood frozen for a moment, staring at the spot where he'd been.

My pulse still raced. My body still burned.

But it wasn't lust. It wasn't even fear.

It was awakening.

My wolf was waking up.

And the world wasn't ready.

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