บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Apocalypse Sweet Queen: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The heavy oak door swung open smoothly, without a single creak or groan, revealing a chamber that left Tess and Leo completely rooted to the spot. After months of surviving in the damp, flour-dusted corners of the bakery, breathing in the toxic yellow fog of the Fringe, this room felt less like a physical place and more like a dream conjured from the stories of the old world.Regnar stepped into the room first, his massive iron broadsword now securely resting in its sheath across his back. He gestured for the siblings to follow him inside. "This is the eastern guest suite," he said, his low, gravelly voice echoing softly against the high, pristine walls. "It is deep within the inner perimeter. You are entirely safe here.The room was beautifully furnished, reflecting the timeless luxury of the Upper Citadel. A large, carved mahogany bed stood against the far wall, piled high with thick, snow-white cotton sheets and heavy velvet quilts. A roaring hearth filled the room with a comfortin

Kaelen stood absolutely still in the heavy silence of his private solar, his ears straining against the thick oak paneling of his doors. Outside, the distant, rhythmic wail of the Citadel's defense sirens provided a frantic background noise, but the immediate corridor remained quiet. He waited for some time to make sure that everywhere was clear, his black eyes tracking the slow, agonizing movement of the mechanical clock on his wall. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty.On the polished floor, Commander Vance lay completely motionless, his fingers still curled into a rigid claw over his chest.Satisfied that the palace pages and guards were occupied with the chaos of the Alpha’s sudden return, Kaelen finally moved. He set his silver cup down on the mahogany desk and knelt beside the lifeless body of his most loyal soldier. Grabbing Vance by the heavy leather collar of his military trench coat, Kaelen began to drag his body outside.The weight of the armored commander was immense, his boot

The heavy weight of the past few days seemed to evaporate entirely within the warm, cedar-scented air of the guest suite. For the first time since the heavy division hunters had shattered the peace of Sector 4, there were no guns, no choking yellow fog, and no desperate races through the dark. Rhea, Tess, and Leo were very happy that everyone is fine. The sheer relief of seeing each other alive and whole brought a bright, infectious energy into the massive room, completely wiping away the lingering shadows of their escape."You have to see it, Rhea! You won't believe it!" Leo shouted, his furry ears bouncing with pure, unfiltered excitement.Before Rhea could even smooth down the heavy silk fabric of her borrowed royal robes, the two siblings grabbed her by the hands. They rushed to the bathroom, dragging Rhea in and saying, "You need to see this bathroom. It is beautiful."Rhea stumbled slightly, laughing softly as they pulled her across the thick, hand-woven rug and through the carv

The room echoed with the sound of her frantic breathing and the deep, low growls of approval vibrating from his throat. Every stroke of his tongue was deliberate, building a heavy, suffocating tension within her until she could no longer hold back. With a final, breathless shudder, Rhea broke completely, her body tightening in a violent, beautiful release that left her weeping his name into the quiet dark.Before she could even catch her breath, Dominic rose above her once more. His own need was entirely undeniable now, the silver light beneath his skin flaring with a brilliant, blinding intensity. He looked down into her flushed, beautiful face, his heart beating like a war drum against his ribs."Look at me, Rhea," he commanded softly, his voice a deep, gravelly thread of pure emotion.She opened her amber eyes, her gaze locking onto his as he slid into her with one smooth, powerful thrust.Rhea let out a long, breathless gasp, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist to pull him

Kaelen buttoned his dark uniform trousers with slow, deliberate movements, completely unbothered by the quiet, ragged breathing of the girl still kneeling on the floor boards before him. The amber light from the hearth fire cast a long, twisted shadow across his mahogany desk, highlighting the absolute lack of remorse on his features. To him, this wasn't an act of passion; it was a simple assertion of dominance a reminder to Mia that her very breath belonged to his whims as long as she remained inside his walls."Get dressed," Kaelen ordered smoothly, not even looking down at her as he walked over to the silver basin on his vanity to wash his hands. "Your duties as my assistant begin immediately. I have no time to waste on your tears."Mia quietly obeyed, her hands shaking so violently that she could barely pull the coarse, tattered fabric of her tunic over her shivering shoulders. She felt completely hollow, a ghost occupying a broken shell, but her survival instincts remained razor-