The Alpha's Forbidden Heir
"Use the overflow. If it’s consuming our neural output, force it to consume a surge. Give the system exactly what it wants—too much."
Arthur leaned heavily against the console, his boot skidding on a slick patch of translucent, caustic fluid leaking from a fractured pipe. "A surge? Are you insane? If he pushes that much data through the relay, he’ll blow his own neural pathways into glass. He’ll be a vegetable, Lucien."
"It’s either that or we become paste on the wall," Lucien countered, never taking his eyes off Kael. "Kael, look at me. You are the architect now. You have the access code. Can you bridge the gap?"