The Omega and The Arrogant Alpha (by Kylie) novel Chapter 329

The decision barely has time to settle in my chest before it becomes action, because systems do not wait once they believe they have permission, and the shift happens around us quietly enough that anyone not already watching would miss it.

Ben’s tablet vibrates first.

He glances down, and I see the moment his jaw tightens, the subtle recalibration that tells me this is no longer theoretical reassignment language or procedural softening.

“It’s immediate,” he says calmly. “They’re here.”

I do not ask who, because the answer arrives with synchronized footsteps in the corridor outside the office, measured and deliberate, heavier than before, the sound of people who have already been told the outcome and are only here to execute it.

Sally looks up sharply from her tablet. “That was fast.”

“They were waiting,” I reply, and my wolf presses closer under my ribs, not agitated but alert, recognizing the difference between reaction and premeditation.

The door opens without a knock.

Three officers step in, faces neutral, posture careful, hands visible but ready, and the lead one meets my eyes first, not Ben’s, which tells me exactly how this has been framed.

“Ben,” he says, then corrects himself, “Sir. You’re to come with us.”

“For what,” Ben asks evenly.

“Protective reassignment,” the officer replies. “Effective immediately.”

I step forward before Ben can respond, my movement instinctive and controlled. “Under whose authority.”

“Council directive,” the officer answers, and his gaze flicks briefly to his wrist display before returning to me. “This is non negotiable.”

Ben exhales slowly beside me. “Is she being detained.”

“No,” the officer replies quickly. “This is not about her.”

That lie is clean enough to be insulting.

“And where are you taking him,” I ask.

The officer hesitates just long enough to matter. “Secure accommodation.”

“Name it,” I say.

He does not. “Temporary.”

I feel my wolf lift her head fully now, not snarling, not surging, just watching, and I ground myself deliberately by placing both hands flat against the edge of the desk, feeling the solid weight of it beneath my palms.

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