เข้าสู่ระบบMy Alpha mate abandoned me to die so he could save his secret lover and their child. I died betrayed. Then woke up thirty days before the apocalypse. This time, He will lose everything. I'll expose his betrayal, reclaim my mother's stolen inheritance, and take back the power his pack stole from me. I won't sacrifice myself for the man who left me to die. With my mysterious Hollow Moon ability, I can store everything needed to survive the coming disaster. But there's something even more terrifying about my blood: it may hold the only cure capable of stopping the infection. As infected wolves spread faster than I remember, a ruthless commander becomes my unlikely ally, while powerful enemies hunt me for what I carry. Then an infected wolf presses its face against the clinic glass and whispers my name. The apocalypse has started early and this time, I'm not just fighting to survive. I'm the only one who might be able to stop it.
ดูเพิ่มเติม*Freya's POV*
The smoke burned my throat before I opened my eyes. I was on the floor of the evacuation shelter, coughing until I tasted blood. Through the gates, I could see the vehicle pulling away. Ronan was inside it. "Ronan," I whispered. "Please. Don't leave me here." He hadn't looked back. He had helped Lysette and her little boy climb in, holding her as if she were the only person who mattered. Then he'd looked straight at me and said the words that ended everything. "There's no room, Freya." His sister followed them without a glance. The screams from the far side of the fence had already started by then. I remembered the sound of gates being chained from the outside, and the wet, dragging noises that came after. I remembered crawling toward the vehicle on my hands and knees, and the way the dust turned red under my palms. I jolted upright, gasping, and found myself in my own bedroom. Morning light slanted across the sheets. My hands were clean. My chest didn't hurt. I grabbed my phone and stared at the date until the numbers stopped blurring. Thirty days before the first outbreak. I didn't cry. I pressed my palms flat against the bedspread and counted my breaths until my pulse slowed. Then I got up and walked to the desk by the window and pulled out a blank sheet of paper. I wrote a single line at the top: *What I lost last time.* Under it I wrote names. Lysette's son. The medic from the eastern post. The old woman who had shared her bread with me the night before the gates closed. Then I wrote the number I had never allowed myself to say out loud: *Four hundred and twelve.* It started ringing in my hand. Uncle Garrick. "Where have you been? I've called three times." No greeting, only orders. "You're expected at the Veyne dinner tonight. Ronan is announcing Lysette as the new charity director. You'll wear something nice, you'll smile, and you will not embarrass him." I almost laughed. I remembered that dinner. I had sat at the end of the table and applauded a charity I built with my own money, while Ronan's mother thanked everyone in the room except me. "Why would I go to a dinner for a charity I paid for?" I asked. He drew in a sharp breath. "What kind of question is that? You're a Thorn. This family raised you when nobody else would. Everything you have, you have because of us." "Everything I have came from my mother's trust," I said. My hand shook, but my voice didn't. "And you've been spending it for years. I'm calling my lawyer today. You can stop calling me." "Don't you dare hang up on me. I am your elder—" I ended the call and dialed the next number before I could lose my nerve. "Mr. Hargrove." He sounded startled. "Miss Thorn, it's early. Is everything all right?" "I need you to freeze every account I personally control," I said. "Remove my family's access to my inheritance by tonight. And start the process of separating my assets from the Veyne pack. Quickly." A pause. "That's a major decision. The Veynes won't take it well." "I've thought about it longer than you know," I said. "Send the papers this afternoon." When I hung up, I stared at the last name in my contacts. There was one more call I had to make, and it was the one that scared me most. Ronan answered on the fourth ring, already irritated. "If you're calling to complain that I haven't visited, I don't have time." "I'm not coming to the dinner," I said. He laughed, short and dismissive. "Stop acting like a jealous child. You're making a scene over nothing. You're my mate, Freya. Everyone will be watching you." "Are you going to announce your relationship with Lysette tonight?" I asked. "Or will you keep calling her a friend of the pack?" The line went silent. I heard him walking away from the voices around him. When he spoke again, the warmth was gone. "You have no right to question me. You will act like my Luna, and whatever you think you saw is none of your concern. Do you understand?" I looked down at the mating mark on my wrist. For years I had stared at it, believing it meant he would always choose me. I had given him everything because of it. I had given up my own name for his pack, my money for his debts, and my nights for his grief over a woman he never stopped protecting. Now my eyes burned, and I refused to let them spill. "I understand you perfectly," I said. "And I finally understand something else. A bond can't make someone love you. So I'm ending this." "Ending what, exactly?" His laugh came out uneven now. "Freya, don't say something you can't take back." "I reject you as my mate, Alpha Ronan Veyne." The bond snapped. Pain tore through me so violently that the phone slipped from my fingers and I dropped to my knees, gasping, my wrist burning as if it were on fire. I thought I might pass out. I gripped the edge of the desk until the wood bit into my palms. Then, slowly, it stopped. A silver mark bloomed over my heart. A cold presence stirred in my mind. It wasn't a voice, only a feeling, like a door creaking open somewhere deep inside me. Then howling began outside. Then inside the house. Then everywhere, as if every wolf in the territory had felt it too. The phone lay on the floor, and Ronan's voice crackled through it, sharp with panic. "What have you done, Freya?" I picked up the phone and looked at the broken mark on my wrist while the howling grew louder. On the desk, the sheet of paper still held its list of names, and the number at the bottom had not changed. "Something I should have done years ago," I said.*Freya's POV*"Freya Thorn," the wolf said again.I froze. In my last life, the infected had never spoken. They growled, attacked, and sometimes mimicked sounds. None of them had ever called anyone by name."Get down." Kael pulled me behind a car and pressed my head low. "It might be repeating something it heard. Stay where you are.""It knew who I was, Kael."He looked at me hard, then turned back to the wolf. "We'll talk about that later. Right now, listen to me."The wolf hurled itself at the clinic door. Kael stood and fired. It stumbled, then fled into the trees. He caught my arm."Side door. Go."We ran along the wall and slipped inside. Kael swept the corridor while I found the nurse. She was crying with her back against the wall, a deep scratch running down her forearm.I knelt in front of her and took her hand. "My name is Freya. You're going to be okay. I need to look at your arm.""Are they gone?" Her voice cracked. "Are
*Freya's POV*Kael answered on the first ring that evening. He didn't ask why I was calling. He only named a training facility outside Veyne territory and told me to be there at dawn.I arrived with Mr. Hargrove's papers in my bag and a list in my hand. Kael was waiting by the gate, arms folded."You're early," he said. "And I didn't expect you to come at all. Most people who get attacked hire a bodyguard and go home.""I don't want a bodyguard." I held out the list. "I want a secure property, combat training, and reliable suppliers. Weapons, medical equipment, fuel, water filters, emergency power."He read it slowly, then gave a short laugh and handed it back."You're a wealthy woman who got her heart broken, and now you think a basement full of supplies will fix it. I've met a lot of people like that. So let me be honest, because I won't sell you false promises.""I'm not asking for promises.""If you want to s
*Freya's POV*I didn't sleep. At dawn I called Mr. Hargrove and read him the address from my mother's note. He had worked for her for twelve years and had never heard of a vault. He agreed to meet me there anyway.He was waiting on the pavement when I stepped out of the car. He looked up at the building, then at me."Miss Thorn, your mother never mentioned a vault to me. Not once.""She didn't mention it to me either," I said, and I held up the brass key. "But she left this for me, and she wrote this address herself."A manager checked my name and the key, then led us down a narrow hallway to a small room. When he opened the box, he left us alone. My hands were trembling. I made them stop, then lifted the lid.Mr. Hargrove began taking out the papers one by one. His expression changed with each page."A second identity record. Shares in several companies. Deeds to properties I've never seen. And an encrypted drive." He
The howling had only just stopped when a car pulled up outside.I didn't need to look. I knew it was Ronan. I could still feel the place where the bond used to be, a dull ache like a bruise I kept pressing. I kept packing my documents and jewelry into a bag while my hands shook.He walked into my room without knocking. His gaze went to the bag on my bed, then to me, and his jaw tightened."I expected you to be crying and ready to apologize. Instead you're packing.""I am leaving," I said, folding my mother's letters. "And I'm not apologizing. I meant every word I said on the phone.""Rejecting a mate is serious. You can't walk away from a political agreement without consequences. Think before both packs hear about this.""It was never supposed to be a business arrangement. You made it one. You wanted my loyalty, my healing, and my money. I wanted a husband who would stand beside me." I finally looked up at him. "We both g


















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