Claimed by My Bestie's Alpha Daddy novel Chapter 210

I sat up slowly. My body trembled, but it held. The ache behind my eyes hadn’t gone, but it had found a rhythm.” It’s not hurting me.”

Simon stepped closer. His brow furrowed. “Can you describe what you’re feeling?”

“It’s not sound,” I said. “It’s something that clears space ahead of me. It moves forward, like it’s anticipating what I’m about to do and making room for it.”

The door opened behind Simon. Nathan entered without a word, standing at Simon’s shoulder. When they looked at each other, it was brief but deliberate.

Richard noticed.

“What is it? Just say it.”

Simon hesitated before speaking. “This isn’t just resistance. She’s projecting. The field is active, self-generating. She’s not initiating it consciously. There’s no trigger. It’s constant.”

“You’re saying it’s permanent?”

Simon didn’t speak.

Nathan took a single step forward. “You’ve read the prophecy. You know what this is. It’s the bridge in action.”

I rose again. My legs trembled once but did not buckle.

Richard moved to help, and I lifted a hand to stop him.”I don’t care what it means,” I said. “We’re not waiting. Not this time.”

Simon opened his mouth to protest.

“You need rest. Your system just rebooted itself. We should track this before,”

“No.” My voice was firm. “At sunrise, we start. Bell Nine comes out of the capital, and we begin with the central relay. We move before they do.”

“You aren’t stable,” Nathan said. His tone was honest.

“I’m not unstable either,” I replied. “I’m changed. That’s all.”

The room didn’t respond. No one breathed. There was no rebuttal.

“Don’t make me come that close to losing you again, You can’t fall right now.” he said.

“I won’t,” I said, and this time I let my fingers trace his jawline, anchoring us both in the reality of now. “But if I do, I know who’s going to catch me.”

Outside, the sky turned from slate to gold. On the monitor, the relay grid blinked, and a new node lit red.

Another frequency had activated.

Richard stepped back, grabbed his jacket, and paused in the doorway. He looked at me one last time, and whatever softness had been on his face moments ago had hardened into resolve.

“If this doesn’t work,” he said, “we don’t just lose the city.

We lose you. And I won’t let that happen.”