Claimed by My Bestie's Alpha Daddy novel Chapter 187

Amelia

Liora found the transmission buried in a heap of corrupted frequency logs, its file name scrambled, its encryption nearly perfect. She didn’t knock or pause; she shoved open the war chamber doors, her curls wild from sprinting through three security levels, and slammed a tablet down. on the table like it was a bomb that needed disarming.

“They’re rebuilding the Bell network,” she said, her voice flat and breathless. “And they’re tuning it to hybrid resonance. Not just suppression, they’re trying to wipe us out completely.”

The silence that followed was immediate and absolute. I could hear the ceiling lights humming and the faint rush of blood behind my ears. Richard turned to her, then looked at me, and without speaking, we both moved at once.

I took the tablet from the table, my fingers cold against the glass as I scrolled through the scrambled data. At first glance, it looked like nothing more than noise, fragmented static and corrupted packets. But Liora had already done the hard work, running overlays and filters to isolate harmonic threads and map them onto neurological resonance patterns.

What emerged from the distortion wasn’t theory or hypothesis. It was precise, coordinated, and unmistakably designed to be a weapon.The frequency signature matched early Bell tech, the kind banned after the southern purges. I remembered the aftermath reports from those camps, how one prototype had ruptured the brains of over eighty wolves in seconds.

That version had been unstable. This one was focused, honed, and far more deadly.

“David’s not staging a revolution,” I said, my voice dry and low. “He’s preparing an extermination.”

Within the hour, we had a team, six wolves trained in infiltration and silence, each chosen not only for their skill but because I trusted them to see what we’d see and still hold the line.

The coordinates led us to the Lower Courts, a rotting stretch of tunnels beneath the vampire quarter, once a testing site for arcane weapons. Officially, it had been decommissioned years ago. But the elevator still worked, and the ancient code Liora pulled from the archives opened the doors without hesitation.

When they slid open, the smell hit me first, burned copper, scorched oil, and something subtler, like old blood filtered through iron vents and sealed under years of silence.

The facility hadn’t just survived. It had been protected and maintained, not like a ruin, but like something sacred.

Sickly fluorescent lights flickered above cracked tile and rusted railings. The pressure in the pipes groaned like something old and angry. Far off, machinery rumbled withsteady, merciless rhythm.

We moved in formation, ducking cameras, bypassing aging security sigils, following the frequency map Liora had layered into my tablet. Every hallway we passed felt less like a ruin and more tike a grave someone had polished clean and prepped for reuse.

When we reached the central chamber, I saw why.

The Bells were suspended from the rafters like pendulums, perfectly balanced and gleaming in the dim light. They didn’t ring audibly, but I could feel them vibrating inside my skull.

A low thrum echoed through the floor, into my jaw, through the arches of my feet. The pressure didn’t ease, and the air felt charged with the kind of static that made your teeth hurt. My wolf pulled back while my vampire instincts surged forward, and everything in me tensed at once.

And then I saw them.

Below the Bells, a dozen figures moved between workstations. Their limbs twitched in unnatural patterns, their faces were sunken, and the faint blue blink of control collars at their throats told me everything I needed to know.

One muttered equations through bleeding lips, another trembled so violently I thought his bones might snap, but he never let go of the soldering wand. They weren’tguards or engineers. They were civilians, scientists maybe, but enslaved, drained, and half-broken by the system they were trapped inside.

“They’re not just using these people,” I said quietly, lowering my voice as if that might protect them. “They’re destroying them, piece by piece.”

A wolf behind me whispered, “They’re slaves.”

I didn’t respond. My mouth was full of something metallic and bitter.

The same elite who called me an abomination had built this. They had declared hybrids like me unnatural, dangerous, and corrupt, while simultaneously weaponizing their own people and pouring resources into machines designed to erase us. They didn’t believe in purity. They believed in power.

I gave the signal.

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