Bloodline

Bloodline
Jason’s POV
It felt as though I had lost my only family, the weight of reality pressing down on me, suffocating me with the unbearable truth that everything I once believed in was crumbling.
“There has to be another explanation for this,” Lucas muttered, his voice laced with doubt. He turned sharply to the doctor, his face hardening. “Explain this to me, Doc. Can two parents have completely different blood types from their child?”
The room fell deathly still. The tension was thick, palpable, like it could be sliced with a knife. The doctor glanced between us, clearly uncomfortable under the intensity of Lucas’s gaze. He cleared his throat before speaking.
“As I mentioned before, for a child to inherit a genetic marker, they must get it from one parent. In Aurora’s case, either one or both of her parents would need to carry the recessive genes for A-negative, B-negative, or AB-negative blood types for her to have it.”
“But her late mother didn’t fit any of those categories,” Lucas pressed, disbelief lining his voice. “How could she have an AB-negative child?”
“I’m sorry, but it’s not possible,” the doctor replied, his tone firm but apologetic.
I couldn’t take it anymore. A scream of raw anger and confusion erupted from my chest, my hands trembling as I smashed anything within reach. My fury, my hurt, my entire world, everything felt like it was falling apart.
I slid down the wall, my body wracked with violent shakes, tears flooding my face. It wasn’t just about the blood. It was everything. My family, my identity, my past.
“But we can always do a DNA test,” Lucas suggested, his voice calm but insistent, trying to steady me amidst the chaos.
“Yes, you can,” the doctor agreed, but his words were a cold confirmation of something I didn’t want to hear. “But all the evidence points to the fact that you, Don Jason, are not Aurora’s father.”
Emily rushed to my side, her arms wrapping around me in a tight, steadying embrace. “This changes nothing, Jason,” she whispered into my ear, her voice a soft but solid anchor. “You were there when she was born. You watched her grow. You are her father.”
She held me tighter, then turned to the doctor, determination hardening her features. “How about my blood results?” she asked. “Am I a match?”
The doctor flipped through a file, glancing at her results.
“Yes, you are a match,” he confirmed.
Emily’s eyes widened, relief crossing her face. She looked at me, her smile soft and hopeful, a quiet promise.
“You see?” she said. “She’ll be fine. I can donate.”
Before she could say more, the doctor’s next words cut through the room like a blade.
“I’m sorry, Miss Emily, but you can’t donate blood.”
We froze. The shock was instant, spreading like ice through my veins. Emily, Lucas, and I stood in stunned silence, the world narrowing down to that one awful sentence.
“Why?” I demanded, my voice rising in anger. “You just said she’s compatible.”
“Yes, she is compatible,” the doctor replied, his tone growing colder. “But she cannot donate blood because she is...” He trailed off, the silence lingering, thick and ominous.
Before the tension could swallow us whole, the door burst open, and Jace strolled in, a smirk plastered across his face. The sight of him twisted my stomach into knots.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped, fury swelling in my chest. “I told you to leave. Never come back.”
Jace leaned against the doorframe, his smirk never faltering. “And when have I ever listened to you, brother?” he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.
My blood boiled. If Lucas hadn’t stepped in, I might have done something I would regret. Or maybe not. Maybe it was long overdue.
“Don’t worry, Jason,” Lucas said, calm but firm. “I’ll see him out.”
But before Lucas could move, Jace’s voice rang out, louder now, with a twisted gleam in his eye.
“I know you’ve finally learned that Aurora, your precious daughter, is not yours.”
In that instant, my mind went blank. No thoughts, no logic, just instinct. My fist shot out, connecting with his face. He staggered back, but I wasn’t finished. Rage, betrayal, and endless lies consumed me.
I kept hitting him, my fists pounding into his face, blood splattering with each blow. The pain and anger fueled me. I couldn’t stop.
Lucas finally yanked me back, his grip firm, shouting at me to stop. But I fought against him, the need to destroy this man, my brother, clawing at me. I wanted to kill him. He deserved it. I knew he did.
Jace, his face swollen and covered in blood, laughed. The sound was sickening, a twisted mockery of everything I had once held dear.
“It won’t change anything, Jason,” he rasped through bloody lips, his grin widening. “The woman you love betrayed you.” His eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction. “I told you before. You don’t deserve love. Not from Father, not from Mother. She saw you as a monster. Not Amara. She couldn’t stand you. That’s why she came to me.”
The words hit like a hammer, each syllable a blow to my soul.
“I slept with your wife, Jason,” Jace sneered, venom dripping from his voice. “The woman you went to war for. The one you killed thousands for. She hated it when you touched her. I was the one she turned to. I was her solace.”
The breath left my chest. Every word twisted deeper inside me, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I saw was red.
I fought harder against Lucas, desperate to reach Jace, desperate to end him. But his grip held firm, pulling me further back from the brother I now loathed with every fibre of my being.
“Shut up!” I roared, my voice hoarse with fury.
Jace only grinned wider, blood dripping from his lips. “You think you’re the hero in this story, Jason? No. You’re the villain.”
The words landed like blows, each one a brutal reality I didn’t want to face.
“And villains don’t get a happy ending.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but he cut me off.
“I know what is going through your mind, but Amara didn’t just cheat on you, Jason. She cheated on me, too.”
I froze.