Claimed by My Bestie's Alpha Daddy novel Chapter 211

Amelia

The sun hadn’t cleared the skyline when we left the stabilization wing, but the day had already begun. Light streamed through the tall windows, warm against the stone, though it didn’t ease the pressure rising behind my sternum. It wasn’t exactly fear, but something close, like we were already walking into the aftermath of a decision we didn’t get to make.

The halls buzzed with quiet urgency. Guards moved in synchronized pairs, their voices low as they exchanged updated assignments. Staff kept close to their earpieces and avoided looking up. The tension was not just professional, it was personal.

Everyone here had either seen what the sleeper agents could do or had someone they loved touched by it. That weight lived in the way they walked, the way they braced themselves for whatever was coming next.

Simon walked a few steps ahead of me, listing coordinates, node activity, and grid stress points too quickly for me to catch more than fragments. He didn’t pause to make sure I was following. He knew I wasn’t. This wasn’t about briefing me, it was about pretending someone else was listening so he didn’t feel crazy.

Then I saw it, a drone outside the western window. Smaller than standard issue, clearly not Pack-made, its casing unmarked. Its lens was fixed on me, a red light blinking to life.

“That’s not one of ours,” Nathan said. He was already moving toward it, posture sharp and ready.

Simon reached for the interface. “I can scramble the signal before it uploads.”

“No,” I said.I didn’t raise my voice, but it stopped everyone anyway.

“Let them see.”

Simon hesitated. His eyes flicked to Richard, who had stepped in beside me.

“If that footage spreads,” Richard said, “the Council will spin it. They’ll say your resonance destabilized the chamber, that it was uncontrollable, that you risked every wolf in that room. They’ll frame it as an attack instead of what it was, a recovery.”

“They already think I’m dangerous,” I said. “At least now they’ll have to explain why.”

1 moved toward the window, eyes locked on the drone’s lens.

“They want a story. Let them tell one while the whole realm watches.

Let them explain why helping those children is the part they can’t accept.”

Richard searched my face for a moment, then nodded once. It wasn’t a gesture of approval, exactly. More like a shared acknowledgement that we had already crossed the line, and there was no turning back.

By the time we reached the command floor, the footage was everywhere. Every monitor replayed it: me at the center of the room, resonance curling around the children, stabilizing them. They were breathing again, moving again, blinking back into themselves. The image looped again and again, stripped of context but somehow gaining power every time it played.

Simon stared at the footage like he still couldn’t quite make sense of it.

“No serum. No harmonic input. No known trigger. You didn’t speak a word or initiate contact. But the moment you entered the chamber, their vitals began to correct. The relay nodes destabilized, yes, but only because your field overpowered the grid. You didn’t knock them out of sync, you rewrote the baseline. Just by being there. Just proximity.”There was something hollow in his voice. Not fear and not even awe, just the sharpness of a man who had run out of ways to explain the world using data, and now had to contend with something beyond his calculations.

The console chimed. An incoming transmission.

Richard accented the feed.

Elder Rasson’s face filled the screen, already twisted with anger.

“You lied,” he said without preamble. “You said she was stabilized.

Instead, she’s projecting resonance in a public quadrant of the capital.”

“She wasn’t projecting,” Richard answered. “She was stabilizing wolves your Council refused to assist.”

“She interfered with the relay grid. When her signal surged, it overpowered the local node, and if it had extended any further, it could’ve pushed the entire system past its capacity. That kind of overload wouldn’t just knock out communications—it could cause neurological backlash in any wolves caught in the spread.”

“But it didn’t,” Richard said, cutting him off.

“You’re missing the point. She’s unpredictable. She poses a threat we don’t fully understand. If she destabilizes another sector-”

It will be my responsibility,” Richard said. “And I’ll handle it.”

My skin had started to buzz again, something was buitding. The pressure wasn’t hypothetical anymore. It was close and it was real.

You want her restrained,” Richard said.

“We want her contained,” Rasson replied. “Until a formal assessment is completed. She’s unbonded, unregulated, and unstable. She cannot be trysted in a position of influence or access.”

“If you attempt to detain her,” Richard said, “I will dismantle your seat, your title, and every political fiction you’ve built around them.”

Simon went still. Nathan stepped forward.

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