Semua Bab Return of The Rejected Omega : Bab 111 - Bab 120

I entered the conference room where implementation committee participants had already assembled—Williams from Red River positioning herself near head of table, Chen from Pine Valley reviewing documents with focused attention, Reeves from Shadow Ridge engaged in quiet conversation with smaller pack representatives. Silas stood near coffee station, maintaining professional composure while the bond transmitted immediate awareness of my presence, silver lines brightening slightly at proximity despite controlled exterior."Coffee?" he offered, public interaction revealing nothing of private exploration or enhanced connection."Thanks," I accepted, taking cup while maintaining appropriate distance despite bond's response to physical proximity. Professional environment required professional parameters regardless of transformed awareness or previous night's intimate discovery.The silver lines at my wrists pulsed subtly as I took seat at table's center, visible reminder of transformation that

I stood under the shower, letting scalding water pound my shoulders while I tried to make sense of everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours. Adam's silver traces. The augments in the woods. This mysterious Director Carter continuing Logan's work.My brain felt like an overloaded circuit, too many inputs, not enough processing power. I braced my hands against the tile and hung my head, watching water spiral down the drain. If only problems could disappear that easily.When the water finally ran cold, I stepped out, wiping steam from the mirror to assess the damage. The silver lines pulsed with steady rhythm beneath my skin, seeming brighter after yesterday's confrontation in the woods. Using that burst of power had left me drained but oddly invigorated too, like exercising a muscle I'd forgotten I had.There was a loud bang on my door just as I finished pulling on clothes."For fuck's sake," I muttered, yanking the door open to find Mason standing there, hand raised t

The rest of the day passed in blur of activity—security protocols implemented across pack territory, coalition representatives coordinating response strategies, Ruth conducting detailed scans of Adam's developing silver traces. Through it all, I felt stretched thin, pulled in too many directions at once, trying to balance crisis management with necessary routine that kept pack functioning despite escalating threats.By evening, exhaustion had set in, bone-deep and unrelenting. I'd barely eaten, running on caffeine and adrenaline since the morning coalition meeting. As I headed toward dining hall for much-needed sustenance, I felt Silas's presence through the bond before I saw him—that familiar pressure in my mind, the silver lines brightening slightly in anticipation.He was waiting by the entrance, his own fatigue evident in the shadows under his eyes and slight slump of usually perfect posture. When he saw me, something flickered across his face—concern, relief, that complicated emo

I woke up alone, heart pounding, the sheets damp with sweat. The nightmare clung to me like a second skin—Adam's silver lines spreading uncontrollably, consuming him while I stood helpless, watching. In the dream, Director Carter had been there too, cold eyes studying the process with clinical detachment, clipboard in hand."Just another data point," he'd said, voice echoing as I jolted awake.My room was awash in the pale blue glow of pre-dawn, silver lines on my skin pulsing with residual fear. I pressed my palms against my eyes, waiting for my heartbeat to slow, for reality to reassert itself over nightmare logic."Fuck," I whispered to the empty room.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Ruth's morning update on Adam: Silver traces stable. No progression overnight. Angela finally sleeping.Something loosened in my chest. At least that part of the nightmare wasn't real. I texted back a quick acknowledgment, then dragged myself out of bed. The floor was cold against my bare feet, grou

The coalition briefing proceeded with military efficiency—Williams presenting perimeter monitoring results, intelligence reports on possible augment movement patterns, preliminary analysis of electronic signatures detected on eastern boundary. Throughout, I maintained professional focus despite lingering awareness of Silas across room, the bond between us transmitting occasional thought or impression without conscious direction.The electronic signatures match communication equipment Logan's operation used, he projected when Williams showed technical specifications recovered from captured hybrid outpost. Upgraded version, but same basic technology.Confirming connection between Logan and Carter, I responded. Not separate operation but continuation with enhanced methodology and results.The silent exchange went unnoticed by coalition representatives, bond providing tactical advantage alongside personal connection—hidden communication channel that allowed coordinated response without ob