The Forbidden Heiress At The All Male Alpha Academy-Chapter 146: Special Blood- Part Two

The lamp burned steadily now, its flame no longer flickering. Theo had heard enough that made her tremble to her bones, but she couldn’t stop herself from hearing the rest of it.

"Now, let’s go over to the Voss bloodline," Sylas went on, "Whom were never meant to rule land,"

"Then what do they rule?" Theo asked.

"Truth," He answered simply.

The word hung heavy.

"The Argent Tribunal Pack produces wolves whose blood reacts to lies, corruption, and broken oaths. They were the judges of the old world—the ones who decided when a pack had gone too far. They don’t create laws, they enforce consequences,"

His gaze softened when he spoke next.

"The Blackthorns were bred for endurance,"

Theo went stiff.

"When the world needed warriors who wouldn’t break, who could survive cursed bloodlines, demonic influence, and prolonged war...it was the Bloodmoon Vanguard that stood at the frontlines," He met her eyes, "Silver wolves appear most often in Blackthorn lines because their blood resists corruption. It adapts without surrendering. That’s why Cain wanted you," Sylas said quietly, "Not just for what’s inside you, but because your blood can survive almost anything,"

That did not make her feel better at all.

"And then there are the Sinclairs. The Dark Horse Pack was born in direct opposition to the Bloodmoon Vanguard," he continued, "Where Blackthorn blood resists corruption, Sinclair blood burns it out,"

"How?" She asked.

"Their blood rejects domination," He said, "Prophecy bends around them, control fails, bonds weaken, and fate itself fractures,"

"Fire and water," Theo muttered.

Sylas nodded once, "Your blood seeks alignment. Theirs destroys it. When Blackthorn and Sinclair blood share space, something breaks,"

"Wars," Theo whispered.

"Always," he confirmed. "That hatred isn’t taught. It’s remembered by the blood,"

"So the Argent Tribunal Pack still use their strength against other packs?"

"Not as much as they did in the past. The blood powers have dwindled a lot in this coming age, and the one still using everything in his reach to utilise their blood to its fullest is Cain. But as the fear of Cain’s Influence grows, Packs would begin to move against it. I’m not a seer, but the fourth Pack war might not be too far,"

Pack war?

Theo pressed a hand to her forehead. Werewolves don’t get headaches, but she was getting a dull ache at the back of her head.

"I don’t want to overwhelm you, so I think I’ll stop here,"

She didn’t even argue this time. There was already a lot of process, and as she does, questions would come out of them. Like, how the hell did she have no idea that every Pack had their own special...blood? Like what the hell was that? Did the Moon Goddess do this on purpose to make life more complicated for them or what?

"Aren’t you uhhh, gonna eat?" She asked meekly, her head in a Pandemonium.

Sylas picked up his cutlery and began cutting his food, then he brought it to her mouth, "Eat, Venom,"

"I think I lost my appetite,"

"If I told you I prepared it, would that bring it back?"

Her mouth dropped in surprise and he used that opportunity to put in inside. She chewed on it for a few seconds, then mumbled in a whimper, "I don’t like anything you just told me,"

She stroked her hair gently, "It’s not to like, Venom. It’s to know, and to be cautious,"

She kept whimpering, "I’m just a baby. I have barely lived. I just wanted to be my father’s heir, that’s all. Is that so hard to ask for? Huh?"

"There, there," He softly patted her hair.

After that, he picked up a small remote from the corner and pressed a button. Soft, slow music wafted out from a corner, a soothing melody.

"Venom, may I have this dance?" He extended a hand like a gentleman.

Her throat went dry, and she exhaled, "Sylas, I don’t know how to dance!"

"Follow my lead, that’s all you have to do," He cooed.

His voice drugged her head, and she didn’t give any excuses anymore and slipped her small hands into his. He took them gently and helped her up, then led her to the space right next to the window.

Moonlight spilled into the room, and unto their faces. He kissed her knuckles and smiled, "Moonlight looks good on you, Venom,"

He’s said that before. What he didn’t know was it looked even better on him. His eyes turned molten silver under it, and it was like the Moon Goddess had a special liking for him because the Moonlight always hit the perfect angles on his face.

"You look breathtaking," She whispered.

Something wild went off in his eyes, and he gave her the biggest smile she’s ever seen on him. If she wasn’t wrong, a bit of red appeared on his ears too. He was flustered.

He took her hands and wrapped them around his neck, and pulled her closer with his hands over her small waist. The shoe made her a little taller, and then Sylas’s body began to sway.

She followed.

The dance was slow, and it felt like time had slowed down along with them.

Their steps became instinctive and perfectly matched, as though their bodies had been dancing together long before their minds ever caught up.

The room shimmered faintly, with shadows stretching and softening, and the Lamplight bending into gold as magic seeped from them without permission.

With every sway, the air responded, and dust motes glowing like tiny stars rose, and the floor hummed beneath their feet.

Theo rested her forehead against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was deep, steady, and unmistakably hers.

Sylas lowered his head, his breath brushing her hair, and his grip tightening just enough to say stay. She looked up at him and saw the question in his eyes, in a way that made her want to say yes.

"You know I can’t," She uttered softly, "Zeke... He’s gonna barge in here if he doesn’t see me in the next hour,"

"I know," Sylas murmured, "How’s Rehearsals going for the play?"

"Wonderful,"

"That sounds fake,"

"Yeah," Theo was tempted to tell him everything, but Sylas would try to fix it. Especially the Jocelyn part. But she didn’t need him to. She could look after herself without adding more burden to his shoulders, "But I’m fine, I promise you,"

"There’s something I would like you to know for now," Sylas uttered as the music finally ended, and he pulled back a little to look into her eyes. His eyes held this unsettling intensity in them.

"What is it?"

"I’ll be gone for a short while. There are some things that I need to...sort out and it might take a few days or weeks,"

"Oh!" She felt this emptiness already.

"And when I get back," His eyes darkened, "I might seem different... very different,"

"Different...how?"

"Have you heard of the name Erebos, before?"