"So, you must know from whom these abilities came," Xavier's words cut through Cecelie's thoughts like a blade, dragging her out of her trance.
Her jaw tightened, but before she could form a reply, he leaned forward, his tone razor-sharp, each syllable cutting with suspicion.
"Lyra's mother—wasn't she an omega? Then tell me, how could a mere omega give birth to a girl with such destructive power?"
Xavier's stare didn't waver. He had listened to Lyra's stories, the truths she believed about herself. Her father—an Alpha. Her mother—an outcast omega. A stain of illegitimacy she carried like a scar. But now, after witnessing her strength firsthand, doubt clawed at him. The pieces didn't fit. Not unless something far darker was buried deep in her bloodline.
Cecelie's eyes flickered, betraying the storm inside her. The image of that woman clawed to the surface—the woman her husband had taken to his bed.
Beatrix.
