ห้องสมุด
ค้นหา
หน้าหลัก / Werewolf / Alpha’s regret : The return of his rejected mate / Chapter 79 :THE DUST AGE

แชร์

Chapter 79 :THE DUST AGE

ผู้เขียน: Susan Chow
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-01-20 05:41:50

BOOK V: THE DUST AGE

ONE MONTH LATER

HELEN’S P.O.V.

The line started at the heavy blast doors of the Keep and snaked its way up the spiral

ramp, out into the plaza, and down the main avenue of Sanctuary.

It was a line of desperate people.

They didn't carry weapons. They carried photos. Medical records. Jars of gray, dead soil

from their farms.

They were pilgrims. And they were waiting for the Boy.

I sat at a folding table near the blast doors, acting as the world’s most hated bouncer.

Beside me
อ่านหนังสือเล่มนี้ต่อได้ฟรี
สแกนรหัสเพื่อดาวน์โหลดแอป
บทที่แล้ว บทต่อไป
บทที่ถูกล็อก

บทล่าสุด

  • Alpha’s regret : The return of his rejected mate   Chapter 104 : THE VIOLET AGE

    HELEN’S P.O.V.Peace is not quiet. Peace is the hum of a high-voltage fence.I stood on the balcony of the renovated Castle. The acid rain had stopped days ago,blocked by the Halo the hexagonal grid of violet energy that now spanned the sky aboveWashington D.C.The sun was rising, but it wasn't the warm, yellow sun I remembered. Filtered throughthe Architect’s shield, the light was cool, sterile, and purple. It made the city look like abruise."Director," Vance said, stepping onto the balcony. He wasn't wearing his tattered coatanymore. He wore a uniform made of woven star-metal fiber. "The perimeter is secure.The Rot has retreated to the treeline.""And the refugees?""Safe," Vance said. "Leo stabilized the foundations. The Architect... repaired the shelters."I looked down at the courtyard.It wasn't a garden anymore.The wild, chaotic jungle Maya had grown was gone. In its place were perfect, geometricpaths made of black obsidian. The ruined buildings hadn't been rebuilt; th

  • Alpha’s regret : The return of his rejected mate   Chapter 103 : THE WEEPING SKY

    LEO’S P.O.V.I was holding up a hospital.The structural supports of the George Washington University Hospital had beencompromised by the Rust blight. The steel rebar inside the concrete had turned to redpowder. The building, housing three hundred refugees, groaned and began to tilt.I stood in the sub-basement. I placed my golden shoulders under the main load-bearingbeam.Load: 12,000 tons.I adjusted my density. I locked my knees.I didn't strain. Muscles are for biology. I was geometry. I simply existed as an immovableobject beneath the falling mass."Stabilized," I broadcasted over the local frequency. "Evacuate the upper floors. You havetwenty minutes before the concrete shears around me.""Thank you, Leo," Vance’s voice came through, sounding exhausted. "But where do wemove them? The shelters are full. The tents are rotting.""Move them to the subway," I calculated. "The tunnels are shielded by bedrock. The Rotpenetration is only 15% there.""The subway is flooded," Vance

  • Alpha’s regret : The return of his rejected mate   Chapter 102 ;THE GOLDEN SILENCE

    LEO’S P.O.V.I didn't need to sleep anymore. Sleep is a biological reset function for organic neuralnetworks. I was no longer organic.I stood on the roof of the Smithsonian Castle at 0300 hours. My vision wasn't limited bydarkness. My eyes polished, gold-mirror surfaces processed the entire electromagneticspectrum. I saw the heat of the rats in the sewers. I saw the microwave backgroundradiation of the universe.I saw the structural integrity of the city.Washington D.C. was a mess. A chaotic, crumbling pile of stone held together by vinesand hope.Inefficient, my mind registered. Chaos invites decay.I looked down at my hand.It was perfect. The skin was a seamless, golden alloy. It didn't sweat. It didn't bleed. Itdidn't feel the humidity.Inside, the Star was still burning. But it was trapped. Compressed into a singularitywithin my chest. It was no longer a fire that warmed me; it was a battery that poweredthe machine.I scanned the courtyard below.The statue of the Beast

  • Alpha’s regret : The return of his rejected mate   Chapter 101 : THE COLD STORAGE HELEN’S P.O

    HELEN’S P.O.V.The statue in the courtyard was melting.The massive, frozen form of the Beas encased in the cryogenic nitrogen delivered bythe Titan was dripping.Drip... drip... drip.Puddles of gray slush formed around its claws. The ice cracked."Ambient temperature is eighty degrees," Silas reported, scanning the monolith. "Thehumidity is 90%. Physics is winning, Helen. It will thaw.""How long?" I asked, checking the load on my rifle."An hour," Silas estimated. "Maybe two. And when it wakes up, it's going to be hungry."I looked at the elevator shaft in the basement ruins. The doors were gone, melted by theprevious battles. It was just a dark throat leading down to the bedrock."Leo," I whispered into the comms. "You have sixty minutes. If you aren't back by then...we're going to have to blow the Castle to bury this thing.""Copy," Leo’s voice came back, distorted by two miles of rock. "I'll be quick. I just need toask the prisoner why he's so afraid of the dark."THE HEAVY

  • Alpha’s regret : The return of his rejected mate   Chapter 100 : THE HOLLOW BITE HELEN’S P.O.V.

    The infirmary in the Smithsonian Castle was usually the safest place in the city. Thickred sandstone walls, filtered air, and the smell of antiseptic.Today, it smelled like spoiled milk.Leo sat on a reinforced gurney. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His arms usually corded withmuscle and glowing with that faint, golden star-light were mottled.Where the Beast had bitten him, the flesh wasn't red or bleeding. It was gray. Aspreading, web-like pattern of necrosis was creeping up his biceps toward his shoulders.And from the center of the bite marks, tiny white spores were puffing into the air withevery beat of his heart."Don't breathe it," Silas warned, adjusting his respirator. He held a scanner over thewound."What is it?" I asked, standing behind the bio-shield. "Infection? Poison?""It's thermodynamic theft," Silas said, looking at the readings with wide eyes. "Usually, afever is the body generating heat to kill bacteria. But look at the thermal cam."He turned the screen toward

  • Alpha’s regret : The return of his rejected mate   Chapter 99: THE FIRST HUNGER

    HELEN’S P.O.V.We called it the "Green Peace."For six months, Washington D.C. had been a paradise. A dangerous, overgrown,mosquito-infested paradise, but a paradise nonetheless. The Green Children tended thevertical farms on the skyscrapers. The Peacekeepers now just "The Keepers" cleared therubble and built aqueducts.We thought we had won. We thought the Architect was the final boss.But nature hates a vacuum. And when you remove the Order... you make room for theAppetite.I stood on the balcony of the Castle, watching the Potomac River. The water was clear,filtered by millions of lily pads."He's back," Vance said, pointing his binoculars downriver.A wake cut through the lilies. Leo was returning from the West, riding his star-metal raft.But something was wrong.Usually, Leo glowed. Even in daylight, he had a faint, golden shimmer.Today, he looked gray.Not the Architect's gray. He looked... dusty. Ashy.He docked at the Jefferson Memorial (now the boat house). He didn't j

  • Alpha’s regret : The return of his rejected mate   Chapter 16 :HELEN’S P.O.V.

    Waking up was a violent return to reality.Cold stone pressed against my cheek. The smell of damp earth and rust filled mynostrils, replacing the sterile scent of the War Room. My head throbbed with a rhythmthat matched the frantic beating of my heart.I tried to move, but my hands were wrenched

    last updateปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-18

  • Alpha’s regret : The return of his rejected mate   Chapter 15 : HELEN’S P.O.V.

    The drive to Sector 4 was a blur of screeching tires and flashing lights. Damian drovethe lead SUV like a man possessed, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, his jaw setin a line of grim determination.I sat in the passenger seat, checking and rechecking my gun, though my hands wereshaking

    last updateปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-18

  • Alpha’s regret : The return of his rejected mate   Chapter 17 : HELEN’S P.O.V.

    I didn't scream again.Screaming was for victims. Screaming was for women who waited for knights to kickdown the door. I had been that woman once, bleeding on a forest floor, waiting for asavior.And Kai had come.I looked down at the phone in my hand, my thumb hovering over the pixelated image o

    last updateปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-19

  • Alpha’s regret : The return of his rejected mate   Chapter 20 : The House of Glass

    HELEN’S P.O.V.Waking up in the Alpha’s bed was a disorientation that took several seconds to process.The sheets were not the rough cotton blends I was used to in my cottage at Ironclaw.They were high-thread-count Egyptian cotton, cool and impossibly smooth against myskin. The mattress was firm,

    last updateปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-19
บทอื่นๆ

บางทีคุณอาจจะชอบ

สำรวจและอ่านนวนิยายดีๆ ได้ฟรี
เข้าถึงนวนิยายดีๆ จำนวนมากได้ฟรีบนแอป GoodNovel ดาวน์โหลดหนังสือที่คุณชอบและอ่านได้ทุกที่ทุกเวลา
อ่านหนังสือฟรีบนแอป
สแกนรหัสเพื่ออ่านบนแอป
DMCA.com Protection Status