The Omega and The Arrogant Alpha (by Kylie) novel Chapter 221

I turned to him fully now. “Ben. Stop.”

He froze.

The word carried more than sound. It carried weight. Authority. Something old and deep in my chest rose up, steady and undeniable, settling into place like it had always belonged there.

“You do not get to override me,” I said. “Not in this.”

His eyes widened, shock cutting clean through his anger.

“I am not asking,” I continued, keeping my voice calm, measured. “I am telling you what I am doing.”

Silence fell heavy between us, thick enough to press on my ears.

Ezra exhaled slowly. “She just asserted Alpha authority.”

“Yes,” Morgan said. “She did.”

Ben looked at me like the ground had shifted under his feet. “You never used that with me.”

“I never needed to,” I said softly. “Until now.”

He turned away, hands braced on the counter, shoulders rising and falling as he dragged in air. I waited. Did not rush him. Some things had to be processed without interference.

When he finally spoke, his voice was rough, scraped raw. “If he touches you.”

“He will not,” I said.

“You cannot promise that.”

“No,” I agreed. “But I can promise this ends.”

Morgan outlined the plan while Ben poured himself fresh coffee with shaking hands, spilling a few drops on the counter and not bothering to wipe them up.

The gathering would be staged as a neutral Alpha meeting. Routine. Unremarkable on the surface. A discussion of trade routes, recent instability, border noise. Silvermen could not ignore it without raising questions among his allies and rivals alike. The location would be public enough to draw him out and controlled enough to limit his options.

False information would leak through channels he trusted. That Savannah would attend alone. That Morgan would remain at a distance. That security would be light, almost insulting in its openness.

“He will mobilize aggressively,” Ezra said. “He always does.”

“And we will let him,” Morgan replied.

Hidden Alpha witnesses would already be in place. Alphas he had dismissed. Disrespected. Wolves with reasons to want the truth dragged into the light. They would observe. Record. Bear witness. Not soldiers. Witnesses.

“This is not an execution,” Morgan said. “This is exposure.”

“And Sally,” I said.

“She is being moved now,” Ezra replied. “Heavy protection. Rotating teams. No pattern.”

“Now,” Morgan said.

Ben was at my side instantly, hand catching my wrist. “We abort.”

“No,” I said.

“He is not supposed to be here yet.”

“That means he is nervous,” I replied. “And careless.”

Ben swore under his breath. “Savannah.”

I placed my hand on his arm, grounding both of us. “Trust me.”

He searched my face, fear and pride warring openly, his control hanging by a thread.

“I am with you,” he said finally. “Every step.”

The ground hummed faintly beneath my feet as engines approached in the distance. Too fast. Too loud. No subtlety left.

Silvermen was coming.

And the trap was already set.