The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 687

**TITLE: Kept Woman 687**
**Chapter 687: A Slice of Heaven**

Flora had just pressed ‘send’ on her message when a thunderous crash reverberated through the house, shaking her from her thoughts.

“Mom, I’m talking to Louisa!” Flora exclaimed, her voice rising in surprise as she jumped at the sound.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The relentless pounding escalated, each thud resonating like a primal drumbeat, as if some mindless creature was hurling itself against the sturdy wooden door.

In the midst of the chaos, she caught a faint, muffled growl creeping through the din.

A chill coursed down her spine, prickling her skin.

That sound… it was unmistakable. It was the unmistakable growl of a zombie.

But that’s simply not possible! I’m at home! We’re supposed to be safe here at camp!

Her heart raced as the thought of a zombie invasion clawed at her mind, but there was no time to indulge in panic. The relentless battering at her door resumed, more ferocious than before.

Meanwhile, out on the training field, Arwen and Orren were embroiled in a fierce argument, their voices clashing like swords.

“Do you even hear yourself? How could you possibly ask Solan to do something like that?” Arwen’s voice was sharp, slicing through the air.

Orren halted mid-punch, his fist frozen in the air as disbelief washed over him. He stared at Arwen, trying to comprehend the absurdity of her request.

“Stop dodging the question. Will you do it or not?” Arwen pressed, her tone dark and insistent.

“No,” Orren replied flatly, shaking his head as he resumed his training routine.

Ever since Theresa had left, he had thrown himself into his workouts with an intensity that bordered on obsession. He was determined to transform himself into a man of substance, someone who didn’t rely on others for support.

He envisioned himself standing before the legendary Blazing Sun Alliance one day, a place where he would prove his worth.

How long would it take? A year? Maybe three? It didn’t matter; he was resolute in his goal, no matter the time it required.

He longed to face that woman again, to stand before her with confidence radiating from him. He wanted to show her the man he had become, to demonstrate that he was no longer the aimless boy she once knew.

That thought ignited a fire within him, fueling his determination to train harder.

Arwen wasn’t finished yet. “How can you turn your back on me after everything I’ve done for you?” she insisted, her voice rising in desperation.

“Are you serious? You want me to help you by throwing a woman at Solan? You’re actually asking me to convince him to betray you?”

His incredulity was palpable as he continued, “You want me to hang a neon sign above my head that says, ‘Here’s a cuck!’ What on earth were you thinking?”

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