Page 67 of Knot Your Fated M.U.S.E.

Fifteen alphas preparing for war.

All efforts for a set of Omegas we’ve never met in our entire lives…

That’s the craziest part when you think about it. Going over and beyond for four Omegas who never knew we even existed. We know nothing about them. Their impacts or contributions to the world.

Heck, we don’t even have faces to their patient numbers…

Yet, here we are. About to conduct a mission that could end lethal if one mistake is made.

It won’t happen.

My pack will get out of there. All of them will, for justice needs to be served, and this is the start of that ultimate mission that needs to be a trajectory for others to follow and lead in our footsteps.

Break this cycle once and for all…

My fingers move across the keyboard again, bringing up the surveillance feeds I've tapped into. Everything looks normal —— guards making their rounds, staff going about their routine tasks, the facility humming with its usual nighttime activity.

They have no idea what's coming.

No idea that four elite units of the Parazodiac Nexus Ops are about to tear their carefully constructed world apart. Their secret omega experimentation program is about to be exposed in the most violent way possible, and with how we set everything up, the government won’t be able to say shit.

Unless they want to join the sinking ship they’ve been secretly funding all this while in hopes of never being caught.

A small smile tugs at my lips as I think about it.

For all their security, government backing, and military-grade protection, they never expected this. Couldn’t imagine that a group of "broken" alphas would dare to challenge their authority by breaking into the depths of their strongest protected fortress and attempting to offer a pack opportunity to these Omegas to save them from this cycle of cruelty.

Never thought their perfect system could be threatened by the very outcasts they dismiss as defective.

Pure entertainment.

Through my earpiece, I hear Atlas giving final instructions to the other unit leaders. His voice carries that quiet authority that makes even the most dominant alphas pay attention —— the kind of power that doesn't need to be loud to be felt.

My role in all this is clear:monitor security patterns, coordinate movements, and handle any digital threats thatmight compromise the mission. Be the eyes and ears for four teams operating in hostile territory.

The final most important thing is easy to commit to:

Keep my pack alive.

The final minutes tick down as I run my pre-mission checks one last time. Everything is in place, and every system primed and ready.

Through my earpiece, I listen to Atlas conclude the meeting with our traditional ritual —— all hands in the center, a moment of connection before the chaos begins. Some might call it cheesy, but this gesture is more suited to high school sports teams than elite operatives.

But they don't understand.

They don't know what it means to wonder if this touch, this warmth of hands piled together, might be the last time you feel your pack's energy as one.

The memory of countless similar moments flashes through my mind —— missions where we all came back, while others had us barely surviving. Those instances left us with permanent scars both visible and hidden.

Each time, that simple gesture carried the weight of everything we couldn't say.

Everything we might never get to say.

I know the routine by heart now.

After the hands break apart, they'll move to their designated positions. Twenty minutes until they reach the site, waiting for my signal to begin the infiltration. Twenty minutes for me to run final checks, to ensure everything is perfect.

Because perfect is what they need from me tonight.

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