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FEN AND THE TECH ROOM
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2026-03-27 21:23:29
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THE ALPHA UNCONTROLLABLE MATE FEN AND THE TECH ROOM
(Aria POV)I leave Damon’s office while he’s still staring at the map on his wall like it owes him answers. My legs move before my brain catches up, carrying me down the east corridor toward the tech room. The door is cracked open, blue light spilling into the hallway. I push it wider without knocking.Fen doesn’t look up from her triple-monitor setup. “If you’re here to beg for Lena updates, I already told Rook no new pings since he left her block.”“Not here for that.” I step inside and let the door click shut behind me. “I need to see what you’ve got on Mason.”She swivels her chair half a turn. Twenty-six, sharp jaw, sharper eyes behind those wire frames. Human, not wolf, which makes her the only person in this place who doesn’t smell faintly of wet dog after a rain. She studies me for three seconds.“You’re persistent. I’ll give you that.”“Persistent is one word for it.”She snorts, spins back to her screens, and flicks a finger at the empty stool beside her. “Sit. Don’t touch a
THE ALPHA UNCONTROLLABLE MATE MASON MOVES AGAIN
(Aria POV)I leave the training yard with my arms still humming from the workout and head down the east corridor toward my room. Halfway there I spot three guards moving fast in the opposite direction, one of them carrying a plain brown envelope the size of a magazine. They’re headed straight for Damon’s wing. Something about the way they keep their shoulders tight makes me pivot and follow at a distance.They disappear through the double doors at the end of the hall. I wait ten seconds, then slip inside after them. The corridor opens into a small antechamber outside Damon’s private office. The guards are clustered around the desk. Damon stands with his back to me, already opening the envelope.One guard speaks low. “It didn’t come through the gate, Alpha. No courier log, no perimeter breach. Just appeared in the internal mail slot like it belonged there.”Damon pulls out a single glossy photograph and holds it up to the light. I step forward without thinking.The picture is Lena. My
THE ALPHA UNCONTROLLABLE MATE THE TRAINING YARD
Aria POV)Rook finally leaves me at the cafeteria entrance after insisting I try the chili for the third time. He’s still talking about how Ruthless needs a new exhaust when I slip away, ducking down the side corridor that leads outside. The training yard is empty except for one person.Damon stands alone in the center of the dirt oval, facing a heavy bag that hangs from a steel frame. The bag is patched in so many places it looks like a quilt made by someone who hates sewing. He’s shirtless, sweat already shining across his shoulders, and every punch lands with a sound like someone dropping a dictionary on concrete.I stop in the open doorway. My sneakers squeak once on the threshold. He doesn’t turn. He keeps moving, left hook, right cross, elbow strike, pivot. The bag swings wildly each time but never quite knocks him back. I watch longer than I should, arms folded, hip against the doorframe. He knows I’m here. Of course he does. The man can probably hear my heartbeat from across t
THE ALPHA UNCONTROLLABLE MATE Rook’s file
( Aria POV)"Rook will come by in the morning," and that is apparently the end of the meeting because he opens a folder and starts reading it like I have already left.I take the hint.I take it loudly, standing up with enough deliberateness that the chair scrapes, and walk out without looking back, which is a very mature and unbothered thing to do and I commit to it completely.Back in my room, I sit on the bed, look at the ceiling until I fall asleep, which takes longer than I would like to admit.Rook knocks at ten the next morning. I open the door and he is already smiling, hands in his jacket pockets, with the expression of someone who has been given an assignment he intends to enjoy far beyond any reasonable professional boundary."Morning, prophecy girl. I'm Rook. Your designated shadow for the foreseeable future."I cross my arms. "You sound way too happy about babysitting duty.""Correction. I'm thrilled about the upgrade from cleaning carburetors to hanging out with the girl
THE ALPHA UNCONTROLLABLE MATE GROUND RULES
(Aria POV)I don't even startle. I just stop walking and turn around, and there he is, filling the hallway the way he fills every space he occupies, like the architecture quietly rearranged itself to accommodate him. He looks at me. I look back. The silence between us runs exactly long enough for both of us to understand that we are not going to pretend I was not crouched behind a steel shelf listening through a ventilation grate for the last twenty minutes."Come with me," he says.It is not quite a command. His voice doesn't have that particular edge to it, the one that turns words into walls. It lands more like an expectation, steady and patient, the verbal equivalent of a hand extended rather than a door slammed. I notice the distinction. I choose not to make a thing of it."Fine," I say, and follow him.He takes me down a hallway I haven't been in yet, shorter than the others, and pushes open a door at the end. I step inside and clock the room in about four seconds. Maps on the w
THE ALPHA UNCONTROLLABLE MATE CRACKS IN THE COUNCIL
(Aria POV)He tells me to stay in my room and walk out, and I last exactly six minutes.In my defence, six minutes is a personal record. I sat on the edge of the bed, I counted the bricks on the wall opposite me, I even picked up the glass of water on the nightstand and drank half of it like a composed, rational adult who respects boundaries. And then the sound of raised voices filtered up through the floor, and my legs just, independently of any instruction from my brain, stood up and walked me out the door.I am not proud of this. I am also not stopping.The hallway outside the council chamber is long and dim, with a ventilation grate set low into the wall about halfway down, behind an ornamental steel shelf nobody has put anything on. I crouch behind the shelf, press my back to the wall, and tuck my knees to my chest.The voices come through the grate in layers, some clearer than others depending on where in the room each person is standing. I piece together the positions fast. The
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