A dark romance between a monster and an innocent soul. The world had been dead for twenty-eight years. Cities were swallowed by forests. Roads disappeared beneath moss and weeds. The infected wandered through the ruins of Britain, hunting anything that still breathed. And among them was something far worse. Samson. An Alpha. He stood over seven feet tall, his enormous body covered in scars, his muscles hardened by decades of survival. Ordinary infected scattered when he approached. He feared nothing. Until he encountered her. She was twenty-six, a survivor who had spent most of her life behind the walls of a small coastal settlement. But that morning, everything had gone wrong. Her supply group had been ambushed. Her companions were dead, and she had injured her ankle while escaping into the forest. Now she sat beneath an ancient oak tree, trembling as the distant screams of infected echoed through the woods. Then the forest went silent. Heavy footsteps approached. Y/N slowly raised her head. A gigantic figure emerged from between the trees. His broad shoulders nearly brushed the branches. His chest rose and fell with deep, animalistic breaths. Dark blood stained his hands. Y/N recognised him immediately. An Alpha. And Y/N had no idea that, from this moment onward, Samson would refuse to let another infected come near her.
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