Alpha Alec's Redemption by Kathy M

Nyx's words keep playing in my mind like a broken record—sharp, bitter, and laced with so much hatred it felt like they cut right through my soul.

I've tried to make sense of them, but I still can't. She said so little, yet somehow it felt like she revealed everything. I hated that she couldn't just tell me everything I needed to know all at once. Why was she feeding me breadcrumbs? And what was that whole talk about me not being ready? How long was she going to use that as an excuse?

The more I thought about it, the more tangled everything became. The only clear takeaway from our conversation was that both she and Xena knew Kaden—and that Xena and Kaden did something awful to her. Something that caused her to hate her sister. Something that turned sister against sister.

I fell back in my chair, eyes unfocused, trying to piece it all together. There was something I was missing. Something crucial. What the hell was it?

Frustrated, I got up and started pacing. My feet moved aimlessly, but my thoughts scattered in every direction. I stomped like a child, letting out a groan of pure exasperation when, even after minutes of thinking, I still hadn't found the missing piece.

Eventually, I collapsed into the chair again, head in hands. I closed my eyes and forced a deep breath in— then out—before opening them again.

Needing a distraction, I grabbed a book, hoping it would help reset my thoughts, maybe even lead me to something useful.

I don't know how long I sat there flipping pages. But eventually, I shoved the book away in disgust. Nothing. No answers. Not even a hint to point me in the right direction.

I leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling as if the answers might suddenly appear there. Silence pressed in from all sides, thick and heavy. I hated this feeling—this helpless circling around a truth that always stayed just out of reach.

Maybe I was being played. Maybe Nyx was just messing with me, dangling half-truths and cryptic warnings because she could. Or maybe... maybe she was right. Maybe I wasn't ready.

admit. Because if I wasn't ready now—after everything I'd been

or center myself. I was reaching-mentally clawing through every memory, every word, every silence. Nyx had said something. Something about betrayal. About being

itself out and left only

have happened between the

now-not with fear, but with the edge of understanding. I still didn't have the full truth, but I was

me crumbs. Maybe she wanted me to

find the truth, not be

scribbling. Names, timelines, events-everything I could remember. I didn't care if the

was right about one

just about me

It never had been

out to her, knowing her mental shields were likely still up-but hoping, just maybe,

me.

Silence answered.

like the weight of everything I couldn't carry anymore. Her shields were strong-too strong-I couldn't even feel her. But I didn't push. She deserved

her for answers, maybe I needed to just be there. Nyx had been there for me in ways no one else ever had-ways I could never