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The Beta Dominates Alphas

Kestrel was a beta, and an aggressive one that most folks didn't like much. The Empire had picked a future husband for her. This guy was pretty much perfect: born into a high-class family, good-looking, rich, nice, and the envy of everyone around. People were quick to start whispering. "Why did such a great guy end up with her? She can't even make tea right and she barely passed her cooking class." "He won't be able to put up with her for long." "Right, their love story is a train wreck waiting to happen." Hearing this stuff over and over, Kestrel started to think that she and her guy, Tarian, were doomed from the start. So, when Tarian showed up with a sweet and pretty girl, Kestrel pulled off her engagement ring and tossed it into the gutter. From that moment, Kestrel lived free and happy, like a bird soaring in the sky, a fish swimming in the wide ocean. But a few years into her easy-going life, at a royal shindig, Tarian cornered her. His eyes were all red, and he confessed that he was sorry for everything and that he couldn't stop thinking about her. But Kestrel, wild as ever, wasn't interested in going back to her old life. Tarian turned white, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't care what you're like, and I can handle your shortcomings. You won't find a more understanding alpha than me." "Well, I already have a new alpha." To totally shake him off, Kestrel made up a name on the spot. She quickly thought of all the alphas she'd met on the battlefield over the years, and chose the name of a buddy she was tight with, guessing he wouldn't mind. "He's a good listener, and we're a perfect fit. Plus, he really likes me and doesn't care about my mistakes." Right after a bummed-out Tarian took off, Kestrel turned around and smacked right into the guy she'd just made up. This guy, a real war hero who'd taken down tons of enemies, turned a bit pink, looked away, and muttered, "You... when did you figure out that I have a crush on you?"

Treein · Fantasy
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251 Chs

How Mutants Reproduced (2)

The small head, with a mark from the injury, peeked out, and a thin pale arm reached towards them. He wasn't too scared of Ren because he could heal from most things.

Using his hand that didn't have fingers, he pointed at the soup and said, "Can I have some?" He talked in a tiny voice, sounding like a young kid.

Ren looked at him but didn't speak. He first gave more soup to Kestrel and then filled a metal can with what was left. He slid the pot over to the creature, keeping his distance.

Even though Ren was really strong and good at fighting, he didn't always choose to fight. He knew that sometimes there were other ways to handle problems in the Polluted Zone. He used to be a leader who was really good at using things like tools, magic drinks, food, and other tricks to avoid fights.

The tiny mutant rushed over, grabbed the hot pot, and tried to pull it back to its hiding place.