Chatper 49

Xavier sat rigid in the chair, his face contorted with anger as robotic arms descended from the ceiling. They worked on his exposed cybernetic chest, sparks flying as they repaired the extensive damage. The room hummed with machinery, walls lined with specialized equipment designed to maintain his enhancements.

His mind replayed the fight with Gwen over and over. One fucking punch. That's all it took for her to lay him out. The humiliation burned worse than any injury. He was supposed to be the clan's unstoppable enforcer, and some vampire bitch had dropped him like a sack of shit.

Xavier's fist crashed down on the table beside him, denting the metal surface. The robotic arms paused briefly before resuming their work. He couldn't wrap his head around it. All that power, all those upgrades, and he'd still been outclassed.

He glanced around the room, taking in the array of cybernetic components and diagnostic tools.