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Amaya's POV "The ventilation system. See the placement of the external vents? That's their standard configuration. They need that much ventilation for the underground levels where they keep the subjects." I point to another feature. "And those loading docks. Three of them, positioned exactly like the facility I was in. That's not random."Morrison and Chen exchange glances."She's right," Morrison says quietly. "That facility is confirmed.""So we have a deal?" Chen presses.Morrison is quiet for a long moment. Then, "Modified deal. Your clients get two years probation. No suspended sentences—the felonies stand on their records. But no prison time if they complete probation successfully and your client provides continued assistance with the Genesis investigation."Chen looks at me. I nod. It's not perfect, but it's enough."Deal," Chen says.Morrison pulls out paperwork. "I'll have the prosecutor draft the plea agreement. Your clients can be released on bail pending their plea hearin

Amaya's POV Morning comes too fast and too slow at the same time.I barely slept, hyperaware of every sound in the unfamiliar house. Every creak, every rustle, every car passing on the distant road. The protection detail arrived at midnight—four agents who now patrol the perimeter in shifts.It should make me feel safer. It doesn't.Alvaro's wrapped around me in bed, his body a furnace. Javier's on my other side, one hand resting on my hip even in sleep. Luciano took first watch, refusing to rest until he was certain the security was adequate.The bond pulses steadily. All of us awake now, even if we're pretending to sleep."I can feel you thinking," Alvaro murmurs against my hair. "Stop it.""Can't.""Try."I turn in his arms to face him. His eyes are open, tired but alert. "They almost killed us yesterday.""But they didn't." His hand cups my face. "We're still here. Still fighting.""For how long? How many more times can we get lucky before—""Stop." He presses his thumb against m

Amaya's POV We don't sleep. We can't.Instead, we lie tangled together in the dark, the bond humming between us like a live wire. Every brush of skin against skin feels amplified. Every breath shared between us feels precious.Because it might be the last."Stop thinking like that," Alvaro murmurs against my neck. His lips trace the curve of my shoulder, teeth grazing lightly. "I can feel your fear through the bond.""Can't help it.""Then let me distract you." His hand slides under my shirt, splaying across my stomach. Possessive. Claiming."Alvaro—""We have an hour and a half," he says quietly. "Before we walk into hell. Let me have this. Let me have you."Javier's hand finds mine in the darkness, threading our fingers together. "We all need this. Need to remember what we're fighting for."Luciano moves behind me, his body a solid wall of heat. "Need to remind ourselves why we're coming back."The bond flares hot. All of our need mixing together until I can't tell where mine ends

Alvaro's POV "My wolf—" I begin."Control your wolf." Javier's eyes flash. "That's what being an alpha means. Strength with control. Not just raw aggression and territoriality."He's right. We both know it."She's never going to forgive me," I say quietly."Us," Luciano corrects. "She's angry at both of us.""Then we fix it." Javier's voice softens slightly. "After. When the mission's done. We make this right.""How?" I ask. "She looked at me like—""Like you disappointed her," Javier finishes. "I know. I felt it through the bond. But we deal with that later. Right now, we finish this. We keep her safe. We get everyone out alive. Then we grovel.""Grovel," Luciano repeats."So much groveling," Javier confirms. "Now come on. We have a facility to clear and a mate to protect. Think you can manage that without killing each other?"I look at Luciano. He's shifted back to human, the bruise on his jaw already healing. He looks as wrecked as I feel."I'm sorry," I tell him. "For hitting you

Amaya's POV The staring doesn't stop.We make it to American History—the only class all four of us have together—and every head turns when we walk in. Professor Klein pauses mid-sentence, then breaks into a smile."Well, look who decided to join us," she says. "Our resident heroes."I want to sink into the floor."We're not heroes," I mutter, sliding into my usual seat. "We just—""Exposed a multi-state human trafficking and experimentation ring?" Klein supplies. "Yes, very ordinary Tuesday activity."The class laughs. Not mocking. Genuinely warm. My mates settle around me—Alvaro on my left, Javier on my right, Luciano in the row behind. Their presence is comforting even as my cheeks burn."Seriously though," Klein continues, "what you all did took remarkable courage. The university is very proud. That said—" her expression turns stern, "—you still have a final exam in three weeks and I expect you all to pass."More laughter. The tension breaks.Klein launches into her lecture about