Not Their Luna: A Female Alpha Story
"Male Beta of Alpha blood. Second of three."
Through the communication channel, I hear Liam's sharp intake of breath at being similarly identified. The confirmation that these creatures recognize not just our presence but our specific bloodlines sends fresh alarm through me.
"Parker," the entity continues, turning toward the eastern ridge. "Male Alpha blood. Third of three. The triad awakens."
"Move now," I command, abandoning the slow withdrawal for more rapid extraction. "All teams, immediate return to the compound. Standard evasion protocols."
We break into coordinated movement, maintaining defensive positioning while increasing pace. Behind us, the entity makes no attempt to follow, simp
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