Adam watched Noah intently, his gaze heavy with the weight of the history he was unraveling.
He adjusted his position on the bed, his voice dropping an octave as he delved deeper into the cold mechanics of his lineage.
"Even with all the technological advancements and the wealth involved, there is a fundamental truth that these families hate to admit," Adam continued, his eyes fixed on a distant point on the wall.
"The dominant Alphas born from the union of two Alphas through inbreeding are never as strong as those born from the natural union of a dominant Omega and an Alpha."
"And the absolute pinnacle, the strongest Alphas to ever exist, are those born from a dominant Alpha and a dominant Omega."
"By those standards, Noah, both Xavier and I are essentially seen as barely passable projects."
"We are the best that science can mimic, but we are still just imitations of a natural order that my ancestors help destroyed."
