The Alpha's Darkest Fate

faint, unreliable glows against the dark expanse. Jillian's hand rested on the door handle, her fingers tapping a nervous rhythm against the cool metal. The streets, once

bare of anything useful. Nature itself seemed to take on a darker tone, as if it, too, was aware of the loss humanity had e

is jaw was clenched, his eyes narrowed with purpose. She could sense the weight of the decision

" Jillian finally broke the silenc

ore with supplies, we'll have to head further out. I know there are some larger cities around here,

d barely begun to understand what had truly happened. How could anyone predict what they would find out there, in the wasteland?

arely visible beneath the layer of grime and ash that had accumulated in the days since the disaster. The pumps stood frozen i

an's stomach. "Do you thi

turning the steering wheel sharply to the

d lamps gave the place an eerie glow. Jillian's heart thudded in her chest. She couldn't shake the feeling that every time they entered

y had to stay alert. It wasn't just the need for fuel that brought them here-there could be other survivors, or wors

y. Jillian followed, pulling her own jacket on and clutching the strap of her bag. The night air was colder now, biting at

refully stepped over a pile of shattered glass and moved toward the door. Jillian hesitated, scanning the surroundings. The store, at least from the outs

pped inside first, his footsteps soft but deliberate. Jillian followed, her senses on high alert. The inside of the station was dark, with only

ffocating. Jillian's fingers twitched, instinctively reaching for the knife tucked at her side

nned the shelves, hoping for something-anything-that could be of use. Canned food,

There was a door leading to what looked like a storage area. Jillian couldn'

f them were still sealed, but the labels had long since faded. It was a small treasure trove, but

the shelves for anything they could use. Her eyes landed on a crate of canned beans, and her heart skipped

tst

else w

for whatever came next. Tom froze, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the room. T

," the voic

ion. She didn't recognize the voice, but the danger was

rm. He stepped in front of Jillian, a protective s

ed, a low, mocking laugh following the words. "B

e torn, and his face was smeared with dirt and blood. He held a gun loosely in one hand, his other arm bent at

don't want to do this.

said anything about enemies? We're all just survivors he

he couldn't afford to take any chances. She wasn't sure how many others were ou

voice unwavering. "We're not her

d forward, his grin widening. "Then you'll have

on in the air, the pulse of danger that throbbed between them. They had to be careful. This

e steady. "We just want to get by. But if y

, with a sudden movement, the man lowered his gun. "Fine," he muttered, hi

way slowly, his eyes still locked on them, before turn

Tom murmured,

ure if they were truly safe yet, but for now, they had what they