Xavier

“You are never going to be strong enough. You are very useless! You are not the true blood of the Alpha! You are not even my son!” He grunted, forcing the words out as if the mere sound of it disgusted him, or maybe it was the seven-year-old boy standing in front of him.

The boy didn't know what actually disgusted him.

“He's your son!” A woman in her twenties sobbed at one corner. “He's Xavier, and he's your son.”

“Never!” The man spat out angrily. “This useless thing will never be mine!” He hesitated briefly and looked at the boy. “He's crying? Fuck! I knew there was no...