Romans Brave Apocalypse & Histoires Hate to Love

Amelia died believing she had nothing left to lose. Her family betrayed her, the world collapsed, and the husband she once kept at a distance died buying her five minutes to escape. Then she wakes up 180 days before the apocalypse. This time, Amelia knows what is coming. She has money, memories, and a strange new ability that could change everything. She plans to secure food, medicine, fuel, weapons, and a safe place before the sky turns black. But Amelia soon discovers she isn't the only one preparing. Someone else knows the apocalypse is coming. And they are buying the same supplies. Who else remembers the end?

In her first life, she was General Ravenna Voss — the strongest female werewolf commander of the Northern Pack. When the zombie apocalypse began, her mate, Alpha Kieran Draven, and the pack elders used her power, then stabbed her in the back and left her to be torn apart by the undead so they could seize her territory and bloodline. She died with their faces burned into her mind. She wakes up again… as Sienna Vale, a weak, ordinary 19-year-old human girl. The exact same day the apocalypse starts. This time she has no wolf, no rank, and no power. But she remembers every single face that smiled while she bled out. Sienna uses her second life to rise from nothing. She plays the role of a fragile human survivor while secretly building her own network of survivors and rogue werewolves. Her goal is simple: make every traitor pay — especially the Alpha who once ordered her death. The twist? Alpha Kieran Draven is forced to claim her as his mate for protection. He has no idea the quiet, fragile girl in his arms is the same woman he murdered. As the apocalypse grows darker, he starts falling for her… while she slowly prepares to burn everything he loves to the ground.

The world is turning into a graveyard, and the graves are emptying faster than the living can bury their dead. A bite is a death sentence. The infected tear through families, schools, hospitals, entire cities. People barricade themselves inside their homes while their loved ones claw at the doors, begging to be let in with mouths full of blood. Those who escape spend their days scavenging through abandoned shops and their nights listening to the dead gather outside. Nina Calloway has watched the world become a slaughterhouse. She has seen people trampled over a bottle of water, strangers dragged from hiding places, and desperate survivors trade human lives for a few more hours of safety. Every place that promises shelter eventually becomes another feeding ground. The infection is spreading. Humanity is losing. And the worst part is that the zombies are only what everyone can see. Doom is older than the world humans built, older than their gods, their wars, and their countless attempts to cheat death. He does not need to infect anyone to destroy what humanity has made. His existence carries a consequence the living have never been equipped to understand. Now the dead are swallowing the earth, and the world is approaching a point from which it may never return. The last broadcasts have become recordings of people screaming. Entire populations have vanished between one sunrise and the next. Somewhere, a child is being eaten alive while armed men argue over whether the ammunition is worth wasting. The living have started locking their wounded outside, because mercy has become another way to die. And beneath the carnage lies a truth far more horrifying than any infected mouth. The answer is Doom. And humanity has already reached the beginning of its end.