The Omega and The Arrogant Alpha (by Kylie) novel Chapter 312

“No,” Ben replies. “It’s an accurate one.”

They exchange glances, quick and efficient, then slide a tablet across the table toward him, and Ben does not touch it yet, because he already knows what it contains.

“This is a statement,” the first says. “From you.”

Ben finally looks down, scanning the text in a single pass, and the muscles in his neck tense as he takes in the careful wording, the way it frames support without endorsement, concern without alignment, distance without outright betrayal.

“You want me to say she acted independently,” he says.

“We want you to reassure the public,” they reply. “To affirm confidence in institutional processes.”

“You want me to undermine her,” Ben says plainly.

“We want you to protect her,” someone counters quickly. “From herself.”

The lie is clean and well delivered, which makes it more dangerous than a clumsy one, and Ben feels a surge of anger he keeps tightly leashed, because reacting would only confirm the narrative they are trying to build.

“You’re positioning me as a corrective,” he says slowly. “As proof that leadership is divided.”

“We are positioning you,” the first says, “as a stabilizing force.”

“And if I refuse,” Ben asks.

The silence that follows is not accidental.

It is calculated.

“Then we will have to reassess your role,” they say finally. “Public confidence requires cohesion.”

Ben looks up from the tablet then, meeting their eyes one by one, because this is the moment where the offer hardens into a threat.

“You’re asking me to choose between my integrity and my position,” he says.

“We are asking you,” they reply, “to choose stability.”

Ben lets out a slow breath through his nose, because he has seen this pattern before, the way systems test loyalty by reframing obedience as responsibility, and he understands with sudden clarity that this is not about Savannah losing control, but about her refusing to surrender it.

“I won’t do this,” he says quietly.

Several of them stiffen.

“You should reconsider,” one says. “This is not a moment for heroics.”

“This isn’t heroics,” Ben replies. “It’s alignment.”

“With her,” someone says sharply.

“With the truth,” Ben corrects.

The tension spikes, sharp and immediate, and one of them reaches for the tablet, pulling it back as if proximity alone might contaminate it.

“Think carefully,” the first says. “If you stand with her publicly, you become part of the problem.”

Ben stands slowly, chair scraping softly against the floor, and he feels the weight of the decision settle into him with absolute certainty.

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