Masuk(Kira POV)
"Gone? What do you mean gone?" I gripped Sage’s shoulder so hard my nails dug into the fabric of her jacket. My voice was a jagged whisper, barely audible over the growing roar of the HVAC system below. "Sage, look at me! People don't just vanish into thin air. Did the signal drop? Is it the shielding?"
Sage’s eyes were wide, fixed on the flatline of the biometric data on her tablet. Her breathing was coming in
(Kira POV)"Gone? What do you mean gone?" I gripped Sage’s shoulder so hard my nails dug into the fabric of her jacket. My voice was a jagged whisper, barely audible over the growing roar of the HVAC system below. "Sage, look at me! People don't just vanish into thin air. Did the signal drop? Is it the shielding?"Sage’s eyes were wide, fixed on the flatline of the biometric data on her tablet. Her breathing was coming in short, shallow bursts. "No... no, Kira, you don't understand. A signal drop flickers. It degrades. This was... it was like someone flipped a kill switch. One second they were there, their hearts beating, their comms active... and the next, the entire hardware ID was purged from the local grid. It’s like they were never even in the building.""Dante wouldn't just leave," I snapped, my mind racing. "And Juniper wouldn't leave you. They're down there. They have to be."
(Kira POV)The vibration in the floor didn't stop. It settled into a rhythmic, low-frequency thrum that felt like a headache localized in my boot soles, a relentless thump-thump that seemed to synchronize with the frantic hammering of my own heart. Below us, the tension among the Alphas had reached a fever pitch; the air in the atrium was thick with the scent of suppressed aggression and ozone. The arrival of the moderator—a neutral, high-ranking enforcer with a face like carved granite—forced a jagged sort of order on the floor, but it was the kind of peace that precedes a landslide.Dominic was the first to take the dais. He moved with a heavy, aggressive stride, his heels clicking like gunshots against the polished marble. His hands gripped the edges of the marble lectern so tightly I thought the stone might crack under the sheer pressure of his Alpha strength. He didn't look like a
(Kira POV)The tension in the alley was a physical weight, thick enough to choke. Dante and Sage were locked in a silent, vibrating standoff, the Alpha’s roar still echoing off the damp brick walls. The sound had been sharp, a jagged command that left the air trembling. Juniper looked between them, her hand resting tentatively on the grip of her motorcycle, fingers twitching over the cold metal. She looked caught between her duty to the mission and the woman she loved, her eyes wide and searching Sage’s face for an anchor.Cassidy stepped forward, the heels of her combat boots clicking sharply on the asphalt. The sound was rhythmic, deliberate—the sound of a soldier moving into a breach. She didn't raise her voice, but the sheer, cold pragmatism in her tone cut through the emotion like a scalpel."He’s right, Sage. Drop it," Cassidy said, her eyes fixed on the younge
(Kira POV)The sedan rolled to a stop two blocks away from the Civic Hall, the heart of the Spire’s administrative district. The building was a jagged masterpiece of glass and brushed steel, reflecting the cold morning light like a multi-faceted diamond. It looked impenetrable. Uniformed security cordoned off every entrance, and the air hummed with the invisible frequency of high-grade scanners. This wasn't just a meeting; it was a fortress disguised as a diplomatic summit."Look at that perimeter," Cassidy muttered, squinting through the windshield. "They’ve got thermal overlays on the main gates and kinetic sensors on the glass. Even a bird doesn't land on that roof without an invitation.""We aren't going through the gates," Dante said, his voice dropping into that low, tactical resonance. He turned in the driver’s seat to look at us, his eyes hard and focused. "The strategy remains
"Kira," Imara called out as I reached the door. I stopped, looking back at her. Her eyes were clouded with a weary wisdom. "Elias is not just a man you catch. He is a ghost you have to exorcise. My advice? Make your peace now. With yourself, with your brother, with... whatever you have become. Move on if you can, because once you step into that cathedral, there is no coming back to the life you had before.""I made my peace with the old life a long time ago, Imara," I said, my hand gripping the doorframe. "Now, I’m just making sure Elias doesn't take anyone else's.""He is a difficult man to catch," she whispered, almost to herself. "He counts your steps before you even take them.""Then we’ll just have to leap," Dante said, his voice a low rumble behind me. He gave Imara a short, respectful nod—a silent acknowledgement from one survivor to another.We descended the na
Imara’s hands dropped from her face, her fingers trembling as she looked at me with a mixture of awe and absolute terror. She leaned forward in the tattered armchair, the sallow skin of her face pulling tight over her cheekbones."Leo’s sister?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "He spoke of you every single night we were in the trenches together. He told me you were the one who needed saving. He told me he had to burn the world down just to make sure you weren't consumed by it.""He was trying to protect me," I said, my voice thick. "But he didn't tell me why. He didn't tell me what he was really doing."Imara let out a wet, jagged laugh that turned into a cough. She looked past me at Dante, her eyes widening as she took in his height, the breadth of his shoulders, and the way he stood with a relaxed, lethal grace that was impossible to fake."How did you do it?" she asked
The walk to Dominic's office felt like a death march.Neither Dante nor I spoke. The silence between us was brittle, fragile, weighted with everything we'd just screamed at each other and everything his father might have overheard. The mate bond churned with Dante's panic and
The passive-aggressive cold war with Dante had been going on for days, and I'd become surprisingly adept at the art of pointed avoidance.It wasn't difficult. The compound was large enough that I could structure my entire day around not being where he was. I ate meals with As
The lunch rush at the diner was finally dying down when Tyler walked through the door.I was clearing plates from table six, my arms loaded with enough dirty dishes to require careful balance, when I spotted him through the kitchen window. He caught my eye and gave a subtle n
The walk back to my quarters felt interminable, each step weighted with the echoes of Kira's hurt reverberating through the bond. It sat in my chest like a stone, heavy and unshakeable, a constant reminder that I'd caused her pain while trying to prevent it.I'd done the righ







