All Chapters of Reborn 30 Days Before The Apocalypse: The Sovereign's Claim : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Gwen CalderThe glass-and-steel monolith of Davis Tower cuts through the grey noon skyline like a polished blade.I pull the Range Rover into the underground executive parking bay, sliding into my mother’s old reserved spot. For three years after she died, this space sat empty. Then Sebastian slowly began parking his sports car here, quietly signaling to the company that he was taking her place.Not anymore.I kill the engine and glance at the rear-view mirror. My crimson blazer fits like customized armor, the sharp shoulders framing my neck, my dark hair pulled back into a sleek, tight knot. My red lipstick is precise, unyielding.Inside my mind, that dark, weightless void sits quietly, a thrum of potential resting behind my temples. It takes a conscious effort to keep it focused... a faint, pulling sensation at the base of my skull reminding me that I am no longer just a naive girl waiting for the world to end.I step out of the SUV, my black stilettos clicking sharply against the c

Gwen CalderI adjust my side mirror, keeping my eyes fixed on the matte-black tactical SUV sitting fifty yards behind me under the shadow of the highway overpass.It hasn't moved since I left the Apex warehouse. It didn't turn off its parking lights. It didn't attempt to pass.The Garrison Syndicate.A cold, lethal adrenaline hums beneath my skin, pushing past the physical fatigue lingering from storing forty pallets of rations in my spatial dimension. Wesley Pierce’s scouts are fast. They noticed a massive line of credit clearing multi-million-dollar supply orders across the city under Calder PLC, and they immediately dispatched a unit to identify the buyer.In my past life, I would have panicked. I would have called Sebastian, crying for protection, letting him handle the threat while he secretly plotted to hand me over to the highest bidder.Not in this life. I left fear behind in the frozen snow where I died.I reach into the Range Rover's center console, wrapping my fingers aroun

Wesley Pierce Ten feet of freezing gravel separate us, but the heat rolling off the woman standing beside her armored SUV cuts straight through the mountain draft. I look down at her. Crimson blazer beneath a black leather jacket. Dark hair whipped by the biting wind. Dark red lips set in a hard, unyielding line. She stands half-shielded by the heavy armored door of her Range Rover, but her posture isn't defensive. She stands like a commander inspecting an enemy front line. Five minutes ago, inside my command trailer, Dave had handed me her preliminary intelligence file. 'Gwen Calder. Twenty-six. Sole heir to the Davis estate.' Her public record painted her as a soft, quiet civilian who lived in the shadow of her family. But thirty minutes before that, Dave’s unit had been boxed in an alleyway by this exact woman, a steel blade pressed to his mirror, my name and my syndicate spoken without a single tremor in her voice. And three hours before that, she had executed a total c