All Chapters of The Alpha's Apocalypse Sweet Queen: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

With a soft, reluctant sigh, Rhea took a step back, breaking the contact. She adjusted her medical bag with a brisk, professional movement to hide the slight tremor in her hands."I... I think Marcus is gone now," she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper as she avoided his mercurial gaze.Dominic’s large hand dropped slowly from her back. A flicker of something unreadable passed through his silver eyes before he offered a quiet, easy smile. "Oh, yeah," he murmured, his tone light as he released his hold on the space around them.Rhea turned to leave the partition and head back to the main room. But before she disappeared behind the canvas, she stopped. She looked back at Dominic, her amber eyes bright with a genuine, unspoken gratitude that had nothing to do with the performance for Marcus."Thank you, Dominic," she said, with a soft, warm smile.Without waiting for a response, she turned and stepped out into the main room, leaving Dominic alone by the cot, the silence of the

The morning sun broke over Sector 4, casting a pale, golden light through the grime-streaked windows of the bakery. It was the day of the celebration, and the entire sanctuary was humming with life. The previous night's rain had washed the ash from the cracked streets, leaving the air uncharacteristically clear. Rhea spent the early hours moving through the neighborhood, extending invitations to the survivors and traders who had helped them survive the long winter. The party would start in the evening, and there was much to be done before then.Inside the bakery, Tess and Leo were hard at work. They hauled out every spare chair and table they could find, arranging them in the main room to accommodate the guests. Crates of scavenged drinks were stacked against the wall, and the smell of clean linen and baking bread filled the air, giving the industrial space a warm atmosphere.Marcus watched the preparations with a simmering, quiet resentment. To him, the party was not a celebration; i

The music and the lively chatter within the bakery grew louder as the evening progressed, creating a much-needed illusion of normalcy in the grim expanse of Sector 4. In the corner near the hearth, Dominic sat with a quiet, imposing presence. His silver eyes, though calm, constantly tracked the movements of the people around him. He noticed the slight tremor in Marcus’s hands as the scavenger walked among the guests, offering drinks and clearing tables. Dominic’s core hummed with a low, latent energy, attuned to the subtle vibrations of the air.Marcus found his opening. Under the cover of the dancing and laughter, he slipped behind the wooden counter where the fermented cider was stored. With trembling fingers, he withdrew the small vial of the Feralis potion from his pocket. The amber liquid inside sloshed against the glass, a stark contrast to the dark, chaotic promise it held. He glanced back, making sure that Leo and Tess were occupied with serving stew near the kitchen partition

Dominic lifted the tin cup to his lips and swallowed the dark, spiced drink. As the liquid slid down his throat, he didn’t look at the cup; he looked at Rhea with so much love in his eyes that it felt as though the rest of the world had dissolved into ash. He was trying so hard to hold himself back, his knuckles white as he gripped the metal rim, fighting the primal urge to pull her into his arms and never let go. The intensity of his gaze was a silent vow, a promise that he belonged to her, body and soul.He set the empty mug down on the wooden crate with a heavy thud, his silver eyes never breaking contact with her amber ones. A faint, dark heat began to pulse at the base of his skull, the first tendrils of the Feralis toxin attempting to latch onto his core but he pushed it down with the sheer force of his will. He would not allow a scavenger’s poison to ruin this moment."Now," he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly, intimate register that sent a shiver down Rhea’s spine. "Let

Rhea wandered through the skeletal remains of the canal district, her breath hitching in the frigid air. The freezing drizzle had turned the ground into a slick, treacherous mirror of ice and ash. Her mind was a whirlwind of frantic thoughts, each one more distressing than the last.Where could he have gone with such a high fever? She wondered, her eyes scanning the jagged silhouettes of collapsed tenements. Was he trying to leave without saying goodbye? She shook her head fiercely, the damp strands of her hair clinging to her cheeks. No, he wouldn't do that. Not after everything. Or did he finally remember something?The possibility that Dominic’s memory had returned sent a sharp pang of anxiety through her chest. Even if he had finally remembered who he was and wanted to go back to his old life, that was fine she wouldn't stop him. But he had a bad fever, a heat so intense it felt like it could melt the very air around him. I should treat him first, she told herself firmly, her fing