Alpha Alec's Redemption by Kathy M

Chapter 312

"Yes," I mutter slowly. "I even know it's going to be a boy."

Her hand freezes midway with the eyeliner she was about to use on my eyes. "Wow, I have no words."

"That's how I was yesterday. I was confused, speechless and if I'm being honest, a little scared..."

"And Nyx has never told you where she is from?"

I shake my head. "No. Why?"

Her eyes turn thoughtful, her expression softening as if she's following a trail of ideas only she can see. For a moment she seems lost, then her gaze sharpens

on me.

"Don't you think it's a little strange? These powers you possess... they feel like more than just magic. Almost as if they're out of this world."

I let out a nervous laugh, trying to brush off the heaviness settling in my chest. "What are you trying to say, Raven, that I'm an alien?"

She doesn't even smile. "No. But I am saying they're not ordinary. I've studied witches and warlocks-anyone with magic, really. I've seen the strongest among them. And still, none of them can do what you've already done, Sadie. What you can do? That's not just rare. It's unheard of."

lead, sinking into the pits of

using forgotten in her hand, and for a moment all I can hear is the

of. The word echoes like a curse in

untouchable, the top of the food chain when it came to power. If

with unease. What if Raven's right? What if this isn't

myself, suddenly cold. "So, you're saying I'm what? A freak?" My voice cracks on the

sarcasm.

gaze softens immediately, her hand closing around mine. "No, Sadie. Not a freak..... Extraordinary. There's a difference. But I get why it scares you.

told me Xena can sense death," I whisper, the words tasting

for a long moment she just studies me. Then she exhales slowly, her voice low

almost to herself.

between us, sharp and unsettling. My stomach tightens, and force a nervous laugh trying to shake it, gef. Gedy? That's a little

her head, her expression thoughtful and serious. "You don't have to feel

shadow, and suddenly the air in the room feels

heavier. I'm still trying to swallow it down when Aspen's little voice cuts through,

drawls from the bed, eyes still glued to her game but her ears wide open, “does that mean Mommy can give me a rainbow and lots of

glass. I cover my