I lay in bed, unblinking, staring into the dark.
The recording crystal was hidden beneath my pillow. I hadn’t slept a second. My mind was filled with one single thought—it was time to strike back.
The next morning, the guards delivered my daily bowl of “fertility tonic.”
I didn’t touch it. I stared into the black liquid as if it were swirling with the ghosts of all my dead children.
“Please drink it, Luna,” the maid whispered. “Alpha instructed it himself.”
“I know,” I replied quietly.
I lifted the bowl and drank it all. Not a drop left.
Then I smiled.
This wasn’t obedience anymore. It was camouflage.
That afternoon, I reactivated a long-suppressed frequency on my comm-stone. Typed in a familiar code.
[Connecting…]
A few seconds later, a voice crackled through—low, sharp, and un
