Jon halted mid-step, glancing over his shoulder with an unreadable look. “Why do you ask?”
River hesitated, and then the words came in a soft, trembling rush. “Because… I’m just starting to understand what I am. Who I am. And the truth is… I was raised as an omega, in a family of omegas. My parents… they were kind, loving… but I don’t know anymore if they’re truly mine. If they ever were.”
Jon’s brows pulled together. The hardness in his expression melted for a moment into something softer—pity, perhaps… or sorrow. He stepped closer, folding his arms across his chest.
“River… Dark Alphas aren’t born randomly. We’re not gifted by the moon out of chance. We are born only from Dark Alpha bloodlines. It’s inherited, always. Dominant. Ancient.”
The words struck her like cold water.
She did
