Semua Bab The Alpha's Apocalypse Sweet Queen: Bab 11 - Bab 17

Everyone stood in a stunned silence. Leo looked at the fallen Grays, then back at Dominic with a new, profound sense of respect and a flicker of fear. He was a Beastkin himself, and he knew that what he had just witnessed wasn't a "lucky break." It was the work of an apex predator."Grateful for the swift response," Leo rumbled, dipping his head slightly. "Whatever you are, Dominic, I'm glad you're on our side."Dominic didn't respond. He picked up a crate of supplies and began walking toward the exit, his gait returning to the slightly "clumsy" stroll of a recovering amnesiac.That evening, the air in the bakery was heavy with the scent of rain and the warmth of the stove. Rhea was sitting at the table, trying to map out their next scavenge, her mind still reeling from the display in the department store.She felt a presence behind her, a wall of heat that made the fine hairs on her neck stand up. Dominic stood over her shoulder, his shadow eclipsing the map."You're overthinking the

The rain that had started as a drizzle turned into a rhythmic drumbeat against the bakery’s reinforced roof, a persistent sound that usually lulled Rhea to sleep. But tonight, sleep was a distant shore she couldn't reach. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt the phantom heat of Dominic’s hand on her wrist and heard the resonant depth of his voice telling her the truth.I think you were dreaming about the rest.The words echoed in the silence of her partitioned room. She rolled onto her side, pulling the thin blanket tighter. She was mortified by her own imagination, yet a traitorous part of her mind kept replaying the dream the way his silver eyes had darkened, the way his touch had felt like a homecoming.She was a doctor; she understood the biology of attraction. But this wasn't just biology. It was something more dangerous. It was hope.In the main room, the fire had burned down to a pile of glowing embers. Dominic didn't go back to his cot. He sat on the floor near the hearth,

The Citadel’s Grand Plaza was a masterclass in engineered fear. Towering obsidian pillars rose toward the smog-choked sky, draped in the crimson banners of the High Council. Below, thousands of citizens, both human and Beastkin, gathered in a restless sea of gray rags and hushed whispers. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and the heavy, metallic tang of the Citadel’s peacekeeper drones hovering overhead.At the center of the dais stood Kaelen. He wore a long, regal coat of midnight blue, high-collared and stiff, giving him the silhouette of a true sovereign. To the masses, Kaelen was the Alpha. Since Dominic’s reign had been defined by shadows and the "Ghost King" moniker, few of the lower-tier citizens had ever actually seen the real Alpha’s face. Dominic had ruled through respect and a terrifying, silent power; Kaelen ruled through presence and propaganda.Kaelen stepped toward the edge of the platform, his voice amplified by the Spire’s sonic projectors."People of the Cita

The rain had returned to Sector 4, a cold, relentless downpour that turned the ash in the streets into a thick, gray sludge. Inside the bakery, the atmosphere was uncharacteristically quiet. Rhea was busy checking her medical supplies, her brow furrowed in concentration, while Leo practiced his spear forms in the corner.Dominic sat by the hearth, his eyes half-closed. He felt the shift in the air before the sound reached his ears. A scent he recognized: stale sweat, fear, and the lingering odor of the Citadel’s lower slums.The rat is back, Dominic thought, his muscles tensing beneath his thermal shirt, though he kept his expression perfectly blank.A frantic pounding started at the heavyThe journey back to Sector 4 felt like a march to the gallows. Marcus clutched the violet vial inside his pocket, his mind racing through lies. How could he get back inside? Rhea was compassionate, yes, but she was also the backbone of that sanctuary. If he didn't play his cards perfectly, he wouldn