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Vale's smirk carries wicked promise.

"Can't take energy drinks with the new meds from treatment today, but I'll have plenty of energy when it comes to our Omega."

"Good, ‘cause if Atlas is in the picture, I feel like we're gonna need it." Dante's departure leaves me still processing everything that just transpired, my body humming with anticipation for their return.

My hand rises unconsciously to my neck where Atlas's grip left a phantom sensation of possession without pain.

Fuck…that was so hot…and amazing…I think.

I'm struck by the profound difference between their passion and Ravenscroft's clinical trials. These alphas see me as a treasure to be cherished rather than an experiment to be tested.

Vale watches me with a knowing smile as I process the implications of what awaits. His presence offers much-appreciated grounding, knowing at least if I have to stay, I’ll have someone to wait with while watching how he works during missions.

It’s a reminder that patience brings the sweetest rewards – a lesson these alphas seem determined to teach through a careful balance of dominance and tender care.

Time stretches before me like honey dripping from a comb, each second marked by growing anticipation of their return.

The mission that seemed so vital moments ago fades beneath the weight of Atlas's explicit promises, leaving me torn between frustration at being left behind and eager preparation for their eventual reunion.

The pink lingerie set that sparked such heated declaration waits upstairs, delicate fabric that barely qualifies as coverage now transformed into an instrument of seduction.

Vale's quiet chuckle draws my attention back to present reality.

“Guess you need a distraction, huh?”

I pout, knowing damn well I’m gonna need something to get my mind off until they come back.

“Yes,” I confess, making his smile simply grow.

“Wanna open a time capsule with me?”

Now that catches my attention with newfound excitement, leaving me clapping my hands together as I whisper, “Time capsule?”

I’m excited to see what he means.

27

THE COURAGE TO MOVE ON

~VALE~

"My office is in the basement," I explain as I guide Nyx through our home. "All the equipment requires its own space, plus it's cooler down there which helps prevent overheating."

She follows beside me, her presence radiating curiosity about every detail of our living space. The past fo days have shown her incredible adaptability – from flinching at sudden movements to comfortable exploration of pack territory.

"I need to grab my medicine for three and come back up," I add, watching her expression shift to immediate concern.

"Would you like me to get it?" she offers, eyeing the wheelchair I'm currently confined to. "It must be difficult navigating with..."

I can't help but smile at her consideration.

"The wheelchair's just following doctor's orders. I still have function in my legs, especially with the new treatment regimen." Pride creeps into my voice as I continue, "It's been working surprisingly well. I don't want to risk compromising progress by pushing too hard too fast."

Her hand brushes my shoulder in gentle understanding. The casual touch speaks volumes about how far she's come – from omega conditioned to fear contact to one who offers comfort freely.

"The chair's a pain in the ass," I admit with a wry grin, "but it serves its purpose. Besides, we have an elevator."

Her eyebrows rise in surprise.

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