Lips wanted nothing more than to twist and mar her beautiful face. She controlled the heavy emotions though—recognized that it would be overly foolish to go all out on the innocent child for his genes. Perhaps one of the larger issues was the horrible fact that he was a new, beautiful generation of Lykoi without the heavy taint of wolf. He was small and lithe, and as the woman knew nothing about jackals, she recognized his features as pure and fortunate. She was unworthy. Once she had sat down and tried to calculate the different percentages she carried in her genes, and it had crushed her when she realized that she formally had too much wolf in her to be a worthy member of the clan. That truth stung more than anything. She wished for nothing more than to be a part of this precious family, but it all felt a lie. And here this young male was, worthy and pure and his father had gotten away with his crimes.
She merely snorted at hi words—wondered where the hell he got this from. Names meant nothing—she was no wolf! How could nature have formed her this way if it had not been her destiny to live with her Inferni family? Ears continued to lean back against those soft auburn locks, but she let the topic rest—found little interest in it anyway. Instead she let her clouded mind grow darker as she contemplated his statement about Samael. It was true that she did not adore Samael, but she remembered shortly after the incident that her feelings had been far more conflicted. Then she had hit a wall and chosen to pour all her energy into one single emotion, and that one had been hatred. She had locked away as much as she was able to about that incident in Halifax, but it was impossible to deny that the male had brought her to a shivering climax she had not experienced before or after. It filled her with shame, but the ugly truth was that it was a part of her had enjoyed it.
The young male had an answer, and she was surprised to feel puzzled rather than angered. Mkhai’s choice of words and sound revealed a layer she had not expected to see. If he had been a product of rape it would have been one thing, but if the beast stayed with the mother? Her gaze fell and she knew she would give in and ask. She didn’t understand why the spawn was here and not the father. Had not Samael known his legacy and beautiful blood better than anyone else? ”I don’t understand,” she mumbled silently, resisting the urge to flee from the young male’s crimson gaze. ”Why are you here?” Her voice rose and attempted to be court again. She resented the young male for the way he made her feel—like an inferior, though nothing he had said or done directly hinted this. Once she had wished for nothing more than to follow close behind Samael in his madness, but Samael was gone and this child was purer and greater than her.