The Alpha’s Shattered Mate: Her Secret Triplets
His breathing was not the rapid shallow pant of a panicked human: it was the deep, rhythmic chuff of a predator catching a scent.
"Doctor Thorne, you need to pull your men back," I said, my voice low and dangerous. I felt a sudden, sharp ache in my own gums, a phantom pressure of teeth that hadn't been there for months. "The surge didn't just 'tag' them. It awakened something."
"It’s just a side effect of the atmospheric ionization, Dr. Vance," Aris said, her eyes glued to her tablet. "The data shows a localized spike in testosterone and adrenaline. It’s a collective stress response."
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