The Omega and The Arrogant Alpha (by Kylie) novel Chapter 340

We walk back inside together, steps in sync, and I am acutely aware of how that looks, how every glance follows us until the door closes behind us and muffles the outside noise.

Upstairs, I do not sit immediately. I move through the room, straightening papers on the desk, adjusting the curtains, small pointless tasks that give my hands something to do while my mind races.

“You handled it,” Landon says.

“For now,” I reply.

The bond pulses, not in tension but in something more complicated, something that feels like shared recognition. He is not blind to what is happening, and neither am I, but acknowledgment does not equal solution.

I head to the bathroom again, not because I need another shower, but because the water is the only thing that drowns out the echo of voices in my head. I turn it on and let it run while I lean against the sink, staring at my reflection.

Unstable.

Variable.

Influence.

The words cling in ways they should not.

When I finally step under the spray, I close my eyes and let the heat beat down on my shoulders, and I admit something to myself that I have not said aloud.

The bond is influencing things.

Not through reckless decisions, not through weakness, but through gravity. Wolves adjust around strong forces, and whether they like it or not, the connection between Landon and me is a force.

By the time I dress for bed, hair damp and skin still warm, the exhaustion has shifted into something sharper, more focused.

Tomorrow will not be a passive review.

It will be a statement.

I find Landon at the desk, already sorting through patrol logs, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“You’re not sleeping yet,” I observe.

“Neither are you,” he replies.

I cross the room and sit on the edge of the bed, watching him for a moment before speaking.

“They are waiting for one of us to falter,” I say. “If we hesitate, even once, it confirms their fear.”

He looks up then, meeting my gaze directly.

“And if we push too hard?” he asks.

“Then we fracture something that cannot be repaired.”

The truth of that hangs between us.

The bond tightens again, not in urgency this time, but in a steady pull that feels almost inevitable. I can feel how easy it would be to step closer, to let proximity speak louder than politics, to show the pack that unity is not instability.

But love has never been separate from consequence in this world.

A sudden knock at the door cuts through the quiet, sharp and deliberate.

We both freeze for half a heartbeat before Landon calls out, “Enter.”

Layla steps inside, her expression unreadable but tense.

“There’s been a report,” she says. “Northern border. A small rogue group tested the line about an hour ago.”

My spine straightens instantly.

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