Betty's POV. 

The colour drained from his face, then flooded back in a rush of red. His carefully maintained composure cracked like thin ice.

"Xavier?" The word came out strangled. "What, why is my son in a cell? What is the meaning of this?"

His voice rose with each word, the cultured tones giving way to something rawer, more desperate.

"Alpha Damien!" Lord Ravenswood whirled to face him, and I instinctively took a step back from the fury in his expression. 

"Explain this immediately! ...