Hail Apocalypse Witch’s Vengeance Novel – I was a witch from the Mistwood, and my family’s prophecy had always been clear, the “Hailfall Apocalypse” was coming. After I got mated, I built an underground shelter in our backyard and poured half my magic into reinforcing it. The day before the apocalypse began, I went down for one last inspection. Then the door behind me slammed shut. Through the small window in the metal, I saw my Beta mate, Felix Rainer. His expression was colder than ice. “Piper’s pregnant,” he said. “And you refuse to give up your place as my mate.
So the cleanest solution is for you to disappear.” “You built your own prison,” he added, voice flat. “Then stay in it for the rest of your life.” He threw the locks from the outside, one after another, sealing me in. I laughed, and spoke a spell, then used my magic to seal the shelter from the inside. Fine. Felix Rainer, if that was what you wanted, then you could go to hell with your little mistress and bastard child! … Felix’s office. I stood there with my arms crossed, staring him down. “Felix Rainer, explain to me why your new assistant is Piper Lennox.” He slammed his Parker pen onto the desk, hard, his patience already gone. “Corinne Thorne, could you stop making scenes?” he snapped.
“Piper’s qualifications and ability fit the position. The process was clean. Nothing was wrong.” “And her family’s in trouble,” he went on, like that was supposed to absolve him. “They’re one step away from losing their pack house. We grew up as neighbors. I’m helping her. Stop overthinking it.” His words actually made me laugh, sharp and bitter. “An Omega who didn’t even finish Wolfsburg High? What exactly is she qualified to do for the deputy leader? Help you manage operational risk, or fend off enemy packs with those soft, useless claws of hers?” That did it. Felix’s gaze snapped to me, cold and cutting, and behind him his gray wolf stirred, restless beneath his skin. “This is the pack’s administrative office,” he said, voice low with warning. “Piper’s competence speaks for itself.
Don’t smear her with your petty jealousy.” I was tired. Tired of fighting about Piper. So I changed the subject. “Then explain this, why didn’t you come home all week? You ignored my calls, my messages, and you deliberately masked your scent so I couldn’t track you. As my mate, you owed me a real explanation!” Felix’s eyes flicked away. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, about to speak. Suddenly, the door banged open. It was Piper. “Ms Thorne,” she said, crocodile tears already clinging to her lashes, her voice trembling just enough to sound convincing. “This is all my fault. Please don’t blame Felix. He only stayed late to help me learn pack affairs.” She paused, and under the apology, there was a thin, smug edge. “Don’t worry.
I’ll get up to speed as fast as I can, so he can go home to you sooner.” I didn’t miss the dark red mark on her collarbone. I didn’t miss the scent that followed her in, either, familiar, intimate. The same scent I’d been smelling on Felix. Instantly, rage shot straight to my head. I looked her up and down and let the sarcasm drip. “A whole week and you haven’t learned anything yet?” I said. “What a dumbass Omega! Even a lifetime is not enough to let you master the pack affairs at all.” Then a force slammed into my back.
My whole body flew and crashed into the wall. “Enough.” Felix’s face was storm-dark. He stopped pretending, drawing Piper into his arms directly. “Shut your filthy mouth!” “You really have no idea why I refused to come home?” His lips curled in a scoff. “You kept babbling about some ‘hail apocalypse,’ and went crazy building an underground shelter in the backyard like we were under siege, banging and drilling all day.
Tell me, Corinne, who could live like that? Who would want to come home to that?”