The Alpha's Darkest Fate

ve silence of the world outside. Tom's slow breathing beside her provided a strange comfort amidst the chaos. It had been six days since the disaster-six days si

their thoughts, contemplating a reality that seemed to grow darker with each day. It was a strange thing, this quiet companionship they had develo

a small beacon of normalcy in a world that had lost so much. They watched without saying a word, the unspoken bond between them deepening as they lost themselv

. They needed this-this moment of distraction, of pretending that things weren't falling apart around them. Tom sat up and stretched, b

when there was a full trauma bay. I remember the first time I heard it-intern year. It was like the world

m, her brow furrowing

e feeling of being part of something bigger. But it was always the same-the constant cy

ontinue. Jillian didn't rush him. The weight of his wor

f just watching it... leave it. I practiced at a fertility clinic for a while. You can't imagine the joy of delivering a baby for

he had left behind. His decision to become a fertility specialist made sense, given everything they had lost. In th

o. All those children. The couples I helped. It's all... swallowed up by this darkness.

er imagined. It wasn't just the physical destruction that haunted them-it was the dreams, the plans, the lives that had been cut short witho

d quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "W

them could explain why they were here, when others had fallen. It was the question that kept her up a

de. Jillian shivered, despite the warmth of the room. The world felt colder somehow, even in the face of Tom's comforting presence. She wanted to say something-anything

to get back on the road. There was no time to linger, no time to waste. They had to keep moving, keep loo

. "I made an excellent nurse," she joked, a wry smile playing

ess in his laugh. "As long as you don't giv

hem. She could feel it, too-the pull between them, the way her heart raced whenever he was near. It wasn't just the need

s," she said, trying to steer the conversation back to safer ground. "We've just

t." He paused, then added, "Let's pack up and go find a grocery store. Or bett

leeting. It was strange, the things she found herself longing for now-things she had o

a world that had lost all sense of order. Tom's eyes scanned the room one last time before he g

eep. It holds our supplies well, and it's better for getting around the wrecks than most

Do you think we c

ot have shut off the pumps yet. And your credit card should still wor

re not the only one who's had to adapt to new cir

ew world. But soon, their laughter faded as they walked out into the