Page 121 of The Alpha's Seer

“Mom,” I say quickly, distracting her. “Please just tell her.”

Mom sits in a chair beside Blair, her eyes wide. She has just figured out my mate is pregnant. I should’ve known not to let her touch her. Mothers know these things.

“I’m sorry you had to hear about what she did,” Mom begins, smiling kindly at Blair. “But I believe she may have done it for good reason.”

Blair stares at my mother, then at me. “Good reason? What good reason could she possibly have had for trying to kill her child?”

Mom makes a face, then reaches for a slice of cake. “Yes, I know. But hear me out, and please eat your cake.”

Blair reaches for the cake numbly, but her face changes when she has her first mouthful. My mom’s cakes are insanely good. Blair scarfs it down and reaches for a second slice, and Mom smiles.

“The Alpha that took her dealt in dark magic, which you may already know.” Mom leans forward, chewing thoughtfully. “The witch that died, the one that held us in the cave?”

“Loralie?” Blair remarks without missing a beat.

“Yes, her.” Mom wrinkles her nose in disgust. “She helped your mother conceive, I believe.”

Blair stares wordlessly at my mom, and I add, “Lexie found her cavern. She’d kept detailed notes of everything she’d done over the years. There was a potion with your mother’s name on it, and Lexie said it was a fertility potion.”

Blair continues to look at me before my mom speaks, picking up where I left off.

“But not just any fertility potion.”

My mother and I exchange a glance.

“It contained demon spawn,” Mom said quietly, reaching out to hold Blair’s hand in hers. “So you see, Faolan wastechnicallyher child, but he was also the son of a cruel and vicious Alpha, and he had, well…”

“The devil in him,” I finish for her, and she nods.

“He was created to be evil.”

Blair slumps into her chair, turning grey.

“The cake, Blair, keep eating the cake.” Mom nudges another slice towards her, and Blair eats it without a word. Her cheekssoon turn pink, and she looks at me with the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen.

“He was evil.”

My mom nods in confirmation. “He really was.” She bows her head, and I reach out for her, hating the vile bastard who impregnated her.

The devil.

I frown, and Blair meets my eyes, clearly thinking the same as me.

“Oh, my God.”

My mom looks at us. “What?”

But I can’t say it, and neither can Blair. When I’ve talked about the children being tainted by their father’s blood, I’d meant by genetics and characteristics—not literal demon spawn.

If Faolan impregnated my mother, that must mean their child—and many others he’d fathered—would be part demon, part wolf.

He really had been creating the ultimate pack—Demon Wolves.

“How did you kill him?” Blair inquires suddenly, looking at me with intrigue. “He was a demon-wolf. Surely that wasn’t easy?”

I shake my head and watch the memory as it unfolds in my mind, evening in his demise.

“We tore his head from his neck, but he continued to talk.” I shudder. “He spoke in tongues…”