The Last Woman After the Apocalypse

Calanthe>Three days before my wedding, I walked into our bedroom and found my fiancé fucking our maid in our bed while telling her she fucked him better than I ever had, and I was eleven weeks pregnant with his child while he said it.I should have screamed, but I stood in the doorway with my keys digging into my palm and listened to the headboard strike the wall.I had left work two hours early because the bakery called about the wedding cake samples. Rafe had complained that I was making too many decisions without him, so I planned to surprise him with the final three flavors and spend one evening pretending we were still excited about planning our wedding together. The bakery box was downstairs on the entry table while upstairs, the woman who changed our sheets was on her hands and knees in the middle of them.Her gray skirt was pushed over her hips. Rafe knelt behind her with one fist buried in her hair and the other gripping her hip while he drove into her.“That’s it,” he said

I pulled the trigger. The first shot cracked through the warehouse while the strange madman moved aside with a speed that made no sense from the distance between us. The bullet struck the metal shelving behind him and sent a resounding metallic crash through the open space.I fired again before my mind caught up with what my eyes had seen, but he had already moved from where he had been standing. The second bullet struck the shelving too, throwing sparks across the concrete while I lifted the gun for another shot.Only one bullet remained.I never fired it.He was in front of me before I completed the movement, gripping my wrist and forcing the barrel upward while his other hand stripped the weapon from my fingers. He threw it across the floor, where it slid beneath an empty rack, then forced me back against the shelving before I decided whether to run or fight.One forearm braced beside my head while his other hand held my waist, positioned to stop me if I tried slipping past him.“

I did not wait for the pack’s permission.Once the last head bowed, I left the pack grounds at a run. Their hostility followed me, but I had more important things to think about. My human was limp between my jaws and still bleeding. The scent grew stronger with every passing minute, and too many wolves behind me had already noticed it.My den was higher in the territory, built into the rock face and reinforced with old timber and iron. The entrance was narrow on purpose. I pushed through the heavy wooden door, moved through the main room, and went straight into my chamber.No human had ever slept here.I placed my mate in the middle of my bed carefully. Her head fell to one side, her torn shirt hung open, and dried blood stained her thighs.Then I shifted back into my human form, standing naked beside my bed. The long run had left my chest rising harder than usual, but it was her scent filling my chamber that kept my body aroused.I stared at my unconscious mate.She seemed smaller sur

I kept running.Because stopping meant giving the carnivorous beast a chance to find me again.Fog swallowed most of the forest ahead, leaving only tree trunks and patches of ground visible through the white haze. Cold air scraped my throat while the oversized shirt barely protected my skin, and my bare feet struck roots, stones, and branches hidden under leaves.I needed a road, house, car. Anything that proved this forest eventually ended and the world I knew still existed somewhere beyond it.After a while, I lost track of how much time had passed. The cold crept deeper into my body while cuts opened across the soles of my feet, but I kept moving because the image of that stone room would not leave my head. I would rather take my chances out here than wake up in his bed again wondering whether I was going to become his next meal.I glanced down while moving and saw no blood running along my legs. The strange cloth he had tied between my thighs was still holding.At least the lunatic

Alpha Emmerick>Because we need our mate. The more distance between us, the weaker we become. Riven responded and a snarl rumbled through me.I am not tying our strength to a mere human. I said to him.Riven interrupted immediately.You can keep denying what she is, but we have less than twenty days before the full moon. If we do not mate her before then, the bond will keep draining us until another species take our territory.He was down with the truth I hated to acknowledge, so I shut him out.If you want our mate so badly, help me get her back. We can fight over the bond after she is under our protection again.Riven stopped arguing and pushed his strength into my injured body. The bleeding slowed, and my damaged leg finally held when I put pressure on it.I ran.My pack moved through the forest ahead of me, but I caught them and pushed past, keeping Lars’s scent in my nose.The dragons had hidden themselves after the last war, licking their wounds inside remote strongholds and avo