Chapter 47

Alex

For a moment, nobody spoke. Julian’s confession hung in the air like a centuries-old wound finally torn open.

His child.

The first Primordial child Sebastiano had hunted.

The first life destroyed because someone wanted power more than mercy.

I looked at Weston—at the man who had spent months hunting me, at the man who had once broken me—and wondered if he grasped the truth in Julian’s words. This wasn’t just about me. It was about whether Weston Kingsley would become another powerful man who believed love gave him the right to take.

Weston stepped forward. Julian shifted, warning or challenge, I couldn’t tell which. Yet Weston didn’t force his way closer, didn’t use his Alpha command. He simply fixed his eyes on me.