All Chapters of The Traitor's Mate In The Apocalypse : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SIENNAI woke up choking on the taste of blood that wasn’t there.My hands flew to my throat, fingers digging into skin that should have been torn open. For three full seconds I couldn’t breathe. The memory hit harder than any physical wound—Kieran’s voice giving the order, the pack elders watching in silence, the first zombie’s teeth sinking into my shoulder while they walked away.I sat up too fast. The room spun. Cheap curtains. Peeling paint. A single bed that smelled like dust and old laundry. This wasn’t the Northern Pack stronghold. This wasn’t the battlefield where I died.I was nineteen again.The body I lived in now felt wrong. Lighter. Weaker. No wolf under my skin. No power humming in my blood. Just a human heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out.Outside the window, someone screamed.I moved before the thought finished forming. My bare feet hit the cold floor. I grabbed the only jacket hanging on the chair, shoved my feet into sneakers that were half a size too

SIENNAThe eastern wall came down at dusk.I heard the first screams before the alarm even sounded. Metal groaned. Concrete cracked. Then the dead poured through like water through a broken dam. Their growls mixed with the shouts of wolves shifting mid-run, claws scraping, guns firing too late.I was already moving.My boots hit the dirt hard as I cut through the chaos. Smoke stung my eyes. Blood—fresh and old—coated the ground. Somewhere to my left a young pack soldier went down under three zombies at once. I didn’t stop. I had one target.Elder Voss’s right-hand man.His name had been Marcus in my first life. I still remembered the way he smiled when they pinned me down and left me for the dead. Tonight he was barking orders near the secondary gate, trying to look brave while the real fighters took the front line.Perfect.I slipped between two burning cars and waited. A group of zombies broke from the main swarm and headed straight for the weaker side of the defense—exactly where M

SIENNAI felt the eyes on me the moment I stepped into the main hall.Half the pack was already there, gathered around the long tables, voices low and sharp. The air smelled like blood and smoke from the last breach. Kieran stood near the front, arms crossed, talking with his Beta. The second his gaze found me, something in his expression tightened.Selene didn’t waste time.She pushed away from the wall and walked straight toward me, heels clicking against the concrete like she owned the place. Her smile was sweet enough to poison.“Look who finally decided to show up,” she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “The little human who needs an Alpha’s protection just to breathe.”A few wolves laughed under their breath. I kept my face calm.Selene stopped in front of me, tilting her head. “Tell me, Sienna. What exactly do you bring to this pack? You can’t shift. You can’t fight like us. You’re just another mouth to feed while the rest of us bleed.”I didn’t answer right away. I looke

SIENNAThe east yard smelled like diesel and old blood.For two days they put me to work hauling salvage crates and scrubbing the stains out of the stone. I carried every box like it weighed twice what it did. I let my hands shake. I dropped a crate of canned beans on purpose and apologized three times to a wolf who looked like he wanted to laugh.Damien watched from the shade of the armory the entire time.He never spoke. He never looked away.I gave him exactly what he was looking for. A weak, clumsy, grateful human girl.On the third night, the summons came.“The Alpha’s study,” the young wolf at my door mumbled. “He said now.”Kieran’s study sat at the top of the east tower. One lamp. A desk covered in maps. Two chairs that had never been sat in by anyone comfortable.He stood by the desk with a glass of water he wasn’t drinking.“Close the door,” he said again.I closed it.“Sit.”This time, I sat.He didn’t speak for a long moment. When he did, his voice was even, almost bored.

SIENNABy the end of the week, the hunger had a smell.Not rot, not smoke. Something thinner. The sour breath of two hundred people who had stopped pretending they weren’t afraid.The rations shrank every morning. A slice of bread became half. A ladle of stew became a spoonful. Wolves who once walked proud now snapped at each other over spilled water, and two fights broke out in the courtyard before noon. Kieran ended both with a single look.The empty cell was still the pack’s favorite mystery. No one could explain how a bound rogue had vanished from a locked room. Kieran had interrogated every guard on rotation.He hadn’t looked at me once.Good.I sat at my usual end of the table and watched the portions shrink and did the math. Three weeks. Maybe less.Then I remembered the warehouse.Every good commander hides a reserve the elders can’t touch. Ravenna had hidden hers behind a false wall in a Fenner Road warehouse years before the outbreak, and she had never told a soul.Not even