A low chuckle came from Silas’s throat. “Weak? No, child. They called it weakness because they did not understand it. Strength to them was blood and conquest. The Royal Omegas carried a different kind of power—the power to feel the truth beneath another’s heart. You think Kael hates you because you are an Omega. But what he fears is the reflection you hold up to him. With one honest look, you make him see every crack in the walls he built around himself.”
I pressed my lips together. “He won’t listen to me. He sees me as something to conquer.”
“Then you must show him what cannot be conquered.”
I frowned. “And what is that?”
“Grace,” Silas whispered. “Forgiveness. But not the kind that bows. The kind that watches and waits. The kind that carries strength quietly until it blooms i
