Scout’s POV
"You are an Alpha’s daughter, so stop moving like a broken machine," Nixon said.
He did not smile. The words came out flat, bouncing off the white, scrubbed walls of the infirmary. He stood by the metal cot, his shoulders uncoiling as he dropped his arms to his sides.
"I do not dance," I said. My fingers balled into fists against my thighs.
"Every high pack forces their young to learn." He stepped closer. His boots clicked against the linoleum floor. "Unless your father hid you in the dirt."
"My mother hid me." The truth tasted like iron in the back of my throat. I hated the sound of it. "She was an Omega. His second wife. She spent her life dodging the stares."
Nixon stopped. His eyes narrowed, tracking the tight line of my jaw.
I looked down at my bare feet. The old sh
