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I try to respond, to reach for her, to offer any reassurance. But my body refuses all commands, consciousness slipping away like water through grasping fingers.

The void that claims me carries absolute finality – not mere unconsciousness but something deeper, darker. My last coherent thought centers on Nyx's terrified expression, on leaving her alone to handle this crisis. The pack's too far away, and won't make it back in time.

I'm falling.

Falling.

Falling through endless night that burns with each racing heartbeat.

Until finally,mercifully, even that sensation fades into perfect darkness.

My heart gives one final desperate thunder against my ribs before silence claims complete victory.

The last echo of Nyx's voice follows me down into the void, carrying notes of fear I can no longer ease.

The darkness wraps around me like a final embrace, stealing away all sensation until nothing remains but perfect.

Absolute stillness.

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RAGE OF AN OMEGA

~NYX~

"Iwant to see whoever approved those drugs. NOW!"

Each word carries deadly precision, rage making my voice nearly unrecognizable.

My hands slam against the wooden desk with enough force to make the entire surface shudder.

The secretary – Beta, perfectly coiffed, probably never faced real crisis in her life – tries for a placating smile.

"Ma'am, if you could just calm down?—"

Everything on her desk goes flying with one sweep of my arm. Files scatter like confetti, her precious computer crashes to the floor, and that stupid little name plate that reads "Margaret Winters" skids across polished tile.

"I will destroy everything in this building if you don't get me who I need to talk to this instant!"

The words tear from my throat carrying years of suppressed fury. My blood boils hot enough to burn, heart thundering against my ribs while my entire body trembles with barely contained rage. How dare they? How fucking dare they try to take him from me?

Margaret's perfectly manicured finger finds some button beneath her desk, probably calling security. Her gaze shifts to the three alphas standing behind me, taking in their tactical gear still dusty from their abandoned mission.

"Why are you letting your omega rampage like this?" The question carries notes of genuine confusion.

After all, proper alphas control their omegas, right?

Kieran's laugh holds no humor.

"Well, maybe if one of your pack mates was given medication deliberately designed to stop his heart instead of the life-saving treatment that's been working marvelously otherwise, you'd be a little pissed too."

"So we suggest," Dante steps forward, voice carrying deadly calm, "you get us exactly who we're looking for. Because we listen to what our omega wants without hesitation."

"And if she wants to burn this place down," Atlas finishes with quiet certainty, "we'll do so before anyone can evacuate."

The threat hangs in air thick enough to choke on.

I remember with perfect clarity the moment Vale's heart stopped beating beneath my desperate hands. Remember screaming into the phone for help while trying to remember CPR I'd never properly learned.

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