Novel & Cerita Distress Signals Book

"Not through intermediaries or coded messages. Direct contact." "There's an emergency protocol," she said quietly. "If an operation goes catastrophically wrong, there's a way to signal for immediate extraction. It alerts Jerome directly." "What's the signal?" I demanded. "Specific pattern of lights in a designated location," she said. "Three short, two long, three short. Like morse code SOS but adapted. He'd see it and know someone needs emergency assistance." "Where's the designated location?" I asked. "Abandoned warehouse on the east side of the territory," she said. "Building marked with red X on the north face."

“The holdings. If they can isolate us here, they can hit the company where it’s vulnerable.” Before the words were fully out of his mouth, the terminal chimed with a priority alert—a pre-programmed, low-bandwidth distress signal from Jessica, routed through a labyrinth of dead-drops and burn phones, the last-ditch channel they’d established for catastrophic comms loss. The message was fragmented, horrifying.

It did not even finish the first ring. "Elliot?" Sebastian’s voice boomed through the speaker, thick and rough with an instant, territorial alarm. "What is it? What is wrong?" "Sebastian," I gasped. The sound was a pathetic, high-pitched whimper, a pure Omega distress signal that I could not filter out. "It is starting. The heat. It came early."

“We have an emergency signal, that we must turn off and a orbit that is urgently corrected you will.’

I closed my eyes, hardened my resolve, and decided to gamble my life on one last desperate swim toward the border. Suddenly, commotion erupted from a rescue boat in the distance before a voice boomed. "Hurricane landfall imminent! Rescue team's final patrol! If you're in distress, signal with your lights!" With the last of my strength, I hauled myself onto the deck and slammed on the light switch. The rescue team spotted me and began turning their boat in my direction.

3 seconds, unnoticed by anyone — except the ones already tuned to the signal. One man stopped in the street and stared up at nothing, his eyes glassy. Another woman in her apartment began humming a melody she’d never heard before. Somewhere in a basement, a child’s smart toy repeated a word four times before shutting off. > “Harmony. Harmony. Harmony. Harmony.” The signal was spreading. --- Back at the shop, Rourke’s burner phone buzzed. One message. No number. > CROWN NODE FOUND. SECTOR 3-B. LOWER WEXLER STATION.

I staggered, bracing a hand against the wall. "Alpha?" Marcus was at my side in an instant. I held up a hand, silencing him. What the hell was that? It was a distress signal, pure and raw, a scream in a language only my soul understood. It vibrated through the mate bond, a connection I thought had been stretched to its limit. And then, faint, like a whisper on a storm wind, words formed in my mind.

But then, my hope crumpled when I saw that there was no signal. “Do you have a signal?” I was fucking nervous when I asked him that. I was hoping that he has because if he doesn't have a signal as well, we're both dead meat here. “Dead batt,” he showed me his phone. “Fuck. How do we get back now? I have no signal!” I was already in distress. “We should find a place to stay. I'm gonna search around,” “I'll come with you,” I volunteered. “Are you sure?”

Warning: The following chapter contains a depiction of physical harm to a pregnant character and threatened pregnancy loss, which may be distressing for some readers. Please go right to the next chapter if this topic can upset you. “Oh no. No no no,” I moaned. I scrambled for the phone, my bound hands clumsy and shaking. I grabbed it and pawed at it. My fingers were slick with something wet and I frantically dried them on my shirt. No signal. “Savannah, look at me! Stay awake!”