The Omega and The Arrogant Alpha (by Kylie) novel Chapter 338

Layla falls into step beside me without invitation, her presence solid and unflinching.

“They’ve scheduled another meeting,” she murmurs, low enough that only I can hear.

“With who?” I ask.

“Inner circle. Not officially labeled as such.”

Of course not.

I exhale slowly, watching a pair of younger warriors circle each other in the sparring ring, their movements quick and slightly reckless.

“Let them meet,” I say, and I keep my gaze forward. “If they want to discuss stability, they can do it where I can see it.”

Layla studies me for a moment, and I know she is measuring how much of this is strategy and how much is restraint.

“They think they’re protecting the pack,” she says.

“They are,” I answer, because that is the truth. “They just haven’t decided if I am part of that protection or the reason for it.”

The words sit heavier than I intend, and for a moment I allow myself to feel the edge of it, the claustrophobic pressure of being central and isolated at the same time.

By midday the tension has shifted from subtle to tangible. Conversations pause more often when I approach, and smiles hold a fraction too long, and I can feel the way wolves watch my reactions instead of my words.

In the hallway outside the council room I slow my steps deliberately, not because I am unsure, but because I want them to hear me coming. The door is closed, voices muted behind it, and I do not knock.

I simply open it.

The room falls silent instantly, chairs scraping lightly as heads turn, and for a heartbeat I see it clearly, the calculation in their eyes, the careful neutrality settling over their features like a uniform.

“I heard there was a discussion,” I say, stepping fully inside and closing the door behind me. “I would rather not be the subject of one without being present.”

No one challenges that directly, because hierarchy still matters, and they know it.

“We were reviewing patrol efficiency,” one of the council members says smoothly.

“Then review it,” I reply, moving to the table and placing my hands flat against the polished surface. “Out loud.”

The meeting resumes, but the tone has shifted, and every suggestion is now filtered through my proximity. They speak about route overlaps and resource allocation and the need to anticipate external threats, and I listen carefully, noting where fear threads through logic.

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