The Alpha's Apocalypse Sweet Queen
had moved those supplies into her path only minutes prior.
Night fell over Sector 4 like a heavy, velvet shroud. Inside the bakery, the fire had been banked to a low glow, casting long, dancing shadows against the brick walls. Tess and Leo were already fast asleep in the back, the rhythm of their breathing steady and deep. Rhea had spent an hour tossing and turning behind her canvas curtain, her mind a chaotic whirlpool of silver eyes, tactical scavengers, and the way Dominic’s hand had felt in hers. Eventually, exhaustion finally claimed her.
In the center of the room, Dominic lay on his cot, his eyes closed. To anyone watching, he was the picture of a recovering survivor. But as soon as Rh
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