The Omega and The Arrogant Alpha (by Kylie) novel Chapter 309

The call is still ringing when the first alert hits.

I am standing exactly where I was a second ago, tablet warm in my hand, Ben close enough that I can feel his presence without turning my head, and the room feels suspended between breaths, because this is the moment where control usually narrows to a single decision and today it doesn’t.

Sally’s tablet chirps first.

Then another terminal lights up.

Then the wall screen flashes and refreshes itself without being touched.

I do not answer the media call.

Not yet.

“What is that,” Ben asks quietly, and his voice is steady, but his body has gone rigid in the way it only does when something has already moved past containment.

Sally’s face drains of color as she scans the incoming data, her fingers moving fast across the screen while her jaw tightens with every line she reads, and when she finally looks up at me there is no hesitation left in her expression.

“The files are out,” she says. “Not all of them, but enough.”

My wolf surges forward, not aggressive or panicked, but fully awake, every instinct snapping into alignment as the implications land faster than my thoughts can organize them.

“Where,” I ask.

“Everywhere,” she replies, turning the main screen toward me.

Mirrored links flood the display, public repositories lighting up in cascading waves as file names are dissected and reshared across channels that move faster than any official response ever could, and my chest tightens when I recognize the formatting immediately, because this is not a rumor dump or a sloppy breach but a controlled release designed to be understood.

“These are internal,” I say, my voice flat despite the heat rising up my spine.

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