THE ALPHA’S GHOST
I reach for the mate bond instinctively, but the dampening field presses down again, heavy and cold.
“So even if we break free,” I whisper, “we cannot leave.”
“Not without help,” Subject Zero says.
I draw a slow breath. “Theo has the coordinates.”
“Yes.”
“And Scottie,” I add.
“Likely,” she agrees.
Anger burns in my chest, steady and sharp.
“I have been testing the dimensional lock,” Subject Zero continues. “It responds to certain frequencies. Certain biological signatures.”
My pulse spikes. “Like mine.”
“Yes,” she says. “And like yours.”
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