The Omega and The Arrogant Alpha (by Kylie) novel Chapter 339

The shouting carries through the open window before I even reach the courtyard, sharp and layered, not the chaos of a fight but the kind of argument that comes from people who think they are right and need everyone else to know it.

I do not run.

Running implies panic, and panic implies instability, and I am done feeding that narrative.

Instead I pull a light jacket over my shoulders as I move, fingers steady on the zipper, and I force myself to breathe evenly while Landon matches my pace at my side, close enough that our arms brush but not close enough to look like we are clinging to each other. The bond is already taut between us, vibrating with anticipation, and I can feel his focus sharpen as we step out into the cooling evening air.

The courtyard is half full, wolves gathered in loose clusters, some standing rigid, others gesturing with controlled frustration. At the center of it all are three patrol leaders and one of the council members, voices raised but not yet breaking into something physical.

As soon as they see us, the sound dips, not completely silent, but altered.

“We were just discussing route expansion,” one of the patrol leaders says quickly, as if explanation will smooth over the tension that was obvious from the hallway.

“In the middle of the courtyard,” I reply, keeping my tone even while I step fully into the circle. “With half the pack listening.”

His jaw tightens, and I can see the effort it takes for him to temper his response.

“There are concerns,” he says. “About vulnerability.”

“External or internal?” I ask.

The question lands harder than the volume of it would suggest.

A few wolves shift their weight, glancing at each other instead of at me, and I know exactly what that means. They have been talking, not just in meetings but in kitchens and corridors and along the training field edges where conversations feel casual but carry weight.

“Both,” the council member answers finally, and his eyes do not leave mine.

The bond reacts immediately, a low hum of warning under my ribs, and I clasp my hands loosely in front of me so no one sees how my fingers curl instinctively.

“If you believe there is an internal vulnerability,” I say carefully, “then you address it through structure, not speculation.”

“And if the structure itself is shifting?” another voice calls from the edge of the crowd.

That one does not come from leadership, it comes from a mid rank warrior, younger, braver than he should be.

The courtyard stills again.

I turn toward him slowly, not aggressively, but with enough intent that he feels the weight of my attention.

“Explain,” I say.

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