*Chapter 27:
ALESSIA
Twelve hours after the corridor ran red, BloodNight’s medbay still smelled like antiseptic, copper, and ozone. The silver burn in my side pulsed with every heartbeat, not sharp enough to drop me, but constant enough to remind me that I’d bled for three Alphas and lived to stand in the aftermath.
The stitches I’d done myself weren’t pretty, but they held. My hands were steady when I tied the last knot and cut the thread. Mira was restless behind my eyes, unsettled by the three new bonds that refused to sit quietly in my chest. They weren’t pulling in pain, they were pulling in opposite directions, like three magnets trying to claim the same space.
The medbay was supposed to be neutral ground. Blackwell had built it that way when he controlled BloodNight. Now the
