Blood Of The Sun

Chapter 6

Christa’s P.O.V.

The private jet cut through the Houston sky like a blade, gliding down into the familiar heat of home. Relief pulsed through me the moment we crossed the city skyline the warmth of the sun on my skin, the golden pull of the Dios del Sol lands. We were back where we belonged.

Carlos stretched, already barking orders the moment the wheels touched the tarmac, directing guards and staff as if he hadn’t just woken from a nap. Antonio bounded off the jet first, all restless energy, racing to rejoin his cousins before the luggage was even unloaded.

Anna followed, quieter. Always quieter now. She kept her mask in place, a polite smile for the warriors and omegas who greeted us, but her eyes darted everywhere as though she expected to see him lurking just beyond the gates.

I stayed close to her. Too close, perhaps. But she was mine, my daughter, my future Alpha, and if anyone thought I would hand her over to fate, they didn’t know me.

“Alpha Christa,” a voice called, low and steady, pulling me from my thoughts.

Standing at the foot of the packhouse steps was my aunt Maggie, my mother’s only sister. The sight of her was like a strike to the chest; her presence always carried the weight of bloodlines, of a history only she and I remembered. Her gray streaked hair was pinned neatly, her eyes sharp as ever.

She embraced me first, then Carlos, before pulling me aside with a grip that brooked no argument.

“We need to speak,” she said.

I followed her into a smaller council chamber, the heavy oak doors closing us in silence. Maggie didn’t waste time.

“The healers had a vision while you were gone. One they nearly buried, fearing what it would unleash.”

My chest tightened. “A vision of what?”

Her gaze fixed on mine, sharp and unwavering. “A prophecy. One long hidden, buried in dust and fear. It speaks of a union between sun and shadow. Of a daughter born of light whose mate carries the blood of night. Together, they will bring destruction or salvation.”

My blood ran cold. “Anna,” I whispered, the word tasting like both hope and curse.

Maggie nodded once. “Your daughter and the hybrid boy. Their bond is no accident, Christa. It is fate itself. The healers believe it is the prophecy waking.”

“No,” I snapped, shaking my head. “She is not meant for him. He’s dangerous, his blood cursed. I will not see her life tied to a monster.”

Maggie’s expression softened, but her voice carried the weight of iron. “Christa, you cannot fight prophecy. You can only decide how it is fulfilled. Light and shadow together can burn the world or heal it. Which way it falls depends on what you do now.”

For a moment, I wasn’t Alpha Christa, Luna of Dios del Sol. I was the girl who had once been hunted, broken, remade. The girl who had lost her mother too soon.

And now my daughter stood at the center of a war she never asked for.

I straightened, forcing my fury into silence. “Then prophecy or not, I’ll see it broken. I will not lose Anna the way Father lost Mother.”

But even as I said the words, a chill ran through me. Because in my bones, I already knew—this prophecy had been set into motion long before I was born.

And Anna’s mate was already here.