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Warning symbols flashed across the screen. SYSTEM FAILURE DETECTED CONNECTION LOST DATA BREACH WARNING The cheerful faces in the crowd turned pale in seconds.

I giggled as I nodded my head. "Okay Kiddo, I don't think it's necessary of me to warn you every time, but I'm doing it either way. Try not to take stress, and don't get involved in any trouble which triggers your condition. We reached so far and I want you to take little extra care with these things as we don't want to get back to zero, did we?" I shook my head, no way in the hell I want to trigger it again. I hate myself every time I end up doing something horrible which makes me hate myself more.

Then again, she feared what she could possibly do to her Aunt Lily. Picking up the remote control resting on the circular glass table that is within her reach, she changed the channel one after the other. She endured a few minutes of unease until she decided to stop on that one particular channel with a newscaster whose face she considered full of worries and fright. “Triggered or worse to say, alarmed. The government had received three reports of killing...” Mari neared the television's screen, pulling down the hood from her head to lucidly watch the news.

If the Syndicate tore through his main system later, they would find nothing but carefully salted noise, a false trail leading nowhere. RPO Trigger Validation: Confirmed. The cryptic warning text—“P-Core. Redundant Power.”—was queued to broadcast at precisely 23:00, the instant the collapse protocol began. It was a message only Julian would understand, a last desperate chance to guide him toward survival.

“Stay close.” His voice was low. Controlled. Dangerous. But I saw it— The shift in him. He was splitting focus. Two wars at once. Bryan worked faster. “I need reroutes—backup systems are failing—” Another alert. Then another. “…We’re getting quarantined.” Roselyn Targeted My phone vibrated. Once. Then again. Unknown notifications. Legal flags. Identity warnings. My name. On systems I didn’t even know existed. Bryan looked up sharply.

I would never let go, not this time. I reached out and hooked my arm through his, pulling him closer. "Don't worry. I won't lose." Just then, from the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Sienna in a dark corner, glaring at us with pure venom. Before my eyes, the pop-up messages appeared again. [Don't fall into Drake Weston's trap so easily!] [This is all a setup Drake designed for you. At your engagement party, he'll get together with the fake heiress and completely betray you. Callum will be drugged by Drake while trying to protect you and violated by others. You must protect Callum at the engagement party!] I narrowed my eyes. This would be entertaining to watch.

Trigger Warnings This novel contains mature, dark, and potentially distressing content, including: Graphic violence Sexual Violence Voyeurism Gore and gruesome injury descriptions Supernatural warfare and battles in Hell Use of weapons (blades, claws, fire, magical weapons) Torture and physical brutality Threats of dismemberment and monstrous transformations Non-consensual power dynamics Coercion, forced proximity, and captivity Extreme sexual content with dark elements BDSM themes, impact play, restraints, and pain-pleasure dynamics

He was smiling wider now. “You see?” Vega said. “We’re not weapons anymore.” Maria felt cold fear crawl up her spine. “What are you?” Vega’s eyes darkened. “The next step.” Suddenly, a new alarm blared louder than the rest. Elias looked at the screen and froze. “No,” he whispered. Maria followed his gaze. A red warning flashed over one final file. MORROW ACTIVATION COMPLETE The lights in the Archive went out. Total darkness. Then a soft voice echoed through the room.

A red-flag note about “avoid unsupervised exposure to heat triggers.” “That’s me,” she muttered. “I’m the trigger.” Her wolf hummed, smug. She increased his evening sedative by a small increment, just enough to blunt edges without fogging judgment. Then she opened her own file, scrolled to the private section Mei had tucked under a bland heading: ENDOCRINE MONITORING. She added a line. > Heat prodrome. > Enhance suppressant regimen x 48 hrs. > Avoid closed spaces with high-risk stimuli.

"This firewall has a psychic lock. Someone went to a lot of trouble to bury this. What kind of skeletons are in here?" He didn't miss a beat with his snark. "Your mate's got some serious moves, Trista." Trista wasn't in the mood for jokes. Her heart was hammering against her ribs so hard it hurt. "Less talking, more hacking! Fast!" If Cassian caught her now, not even the Silverlight Pack could protect her from the fallout. Finally, the red warning on the screen vanished. Isaiah let out a long breath. "We're in." Trista leaned in close.