Apocalypse Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market (Joyread) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Pouting

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The bed was just a few wooden planks nailed together. very move made it creak like it was ready to split. At night, he covered himself with fur just to stay warm.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him. When Rosalie had chased after him before, he couldn’t stand it. Now that she kept her distance, he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

For all his life, his heart had never been this messy.

His stomach rumbled like a drum echoing in an empty oom.

He hadn’t eaten since the hunt.

He bit his lower lip until it turned pale. His eyes burned red. He’d only skipped one meal, but it felt like he was dying of hunger.

“The Matriarch is horrible,” he mumbled. “I’m starving and angry, and she doesn’t even care.”

A light tapping came from the window.

Cameron looked up and reached to push it open.

Rosalie leaned out the window, her pale skin catching the moonlight like polished ivory. The light kissed her face, making her look almost unreal. A few strands of her hair drifted in the wind and brushed against Cameron’s sleeve, clinging to him as if they refused to let go.

Cameron turned away sharply, his voice laced with jealousy. “You sure had your fun doting on that little wolf cub. Guess you finally remembered I exist.”

Rosalie lifted a plate of golden pork chops and a small bowl of roasted soybeans. The scent of smoky fat and warm oil drifted through the air, wrapping around Cameron like invisible fingers.

“You’ve been out hunting all day,” she said softly. “You must be tired. I made this for you.”

Cameron’s eyes flickered with light for an instant, but he forced his face into a mask. He gave a short, dismissive hum. If it was made for him, he’d accept it. Barely.

He raised a brow, picked up a soybean between two fingers, and tossed it into his mouth. The crisp crunch broke the silence, loud against the quiet night.

Rosalie’s voice carried through the air, steady but gentle “Don’t dwell on what the little wolf said earlier.

I told you before, I don’t feel anything for either of you Once I’ve earned enough money, I’ll set you both

free.

“So stop starving yourself over something that doesn’t matter.”

The soybean caught in Cameron’s throat. His chest tightened as irritation burned through him. Was she trying to make peace with him or drive him out of his ind?

He was a fox, and even when he stood still, there was something dangerous and magnetic about him. Now his anger shimmered around him like heat off hot asphalt.

The bowl hit the table with a loud clatter that sliced through the silence.

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Chapter 12 Pouting

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Cameron leaned forward, his palms pressed against the edge of the bed. His hair slid loose, brushing against Rosalie’s check like a teasing whisper.

His brows knit together, veins tightening under his skin Fury pulsed through him until it filled his golden eyes with a fierce glow. His lips curved into a thin, cruel smile as he stared her down.

“Matriarch,” he said quietly, “you think I’m that easy to please?

“You really believe a few plates of food can fix this?

“Not a chance.

“Go to bed, Matriarch. I’m done talking.”

He slammed the window shut, the sound cutting through the still air. A faint trace of his scent lingered, soft but sharp, brushing against Rosalie’s nose as she stood frozen in confusion.

She didn’t understand. That fox was angry again, and she had no idea why.

When morning came, Grace had already returned to the tribe. She spoke excitedly with the other women, describing in vivid detail how much Rosalie had changed.

Everyone listened and nodded. They believed her. They said being cast out must have finally humbled Rosalie.

By midday, word of her transformation spread through the tribe like a spark racing through dry grass. Reva heard every word. Her teeth clenched until her jaw ached.

As long as I’m still breathing, you’ll never have a peaceful day, Rosalie.

“Ding. System upgrade complete.”

Rosalie woke to the sharp chime ringing through her head. Morning light spilled across her face as she blinked at the hovering interface.

Where her system points used to be, one new word appeared–currency.

A giant zero flashed back at her. Her stomach twisted. Every point she had saved was gone. She had spent months fighting her way through the apocalypse, cutting down zombies and earning every single one. Now it had all vanished.

The new layout looked sleek but unfamiliar. Four new sill bars sat in the middle of the screen.

“Healer Proficiency: 0.

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