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WHOSE ALPHA?

[COMPLETE] The "Falci". One word. One woman but absolute hell, for the werewolves of Alexei. After singlehandedly bringing Alexei to its doom in a single attack, the falci is very determined to make sure the wolves don’t go back home. Without a home and their werewolf powers, the surviving wolves have no option but to blend in with the humans, only this time, they are the slaves for the humans for decades. However, their hope lies in two kids, both who haven’t been sighted since the attack on the day they were born. They are alive, though totally unaware of their identities, but that is all the hope the wolves need to keep them going. Maybe someday they will go back home. -------------- Rhian is the good thief. Steals everything that she considers valuable, but never sells them. Her reason, souvenirs are a man's best friend. Angels are supposed to be people with beautiful souls, but him, he is Satan reincarnate despite being called Angelo. They are both independent yet hardwired with a load of trouble and a carefree spirit. Heirs to a world they have only read about in books, these two must come together to save their people. A people they have never heard of yet are so dependent on them coming together. Will they really accept their fate or will they fight it till the end? Will they submit to the pull or will they end up destroying the very world they were tasked to save? A story that wills to answer the question, Whose Alpha? OTHER WORKS: ON PROFILE cover photo not mine, will take it down if the owner requests.

she_osprey · Fantasy
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434 Chs

Day 1 vs Fried Rice

Angelo

"Harder!"

"Faster!"

"Don't stop!"

"Yes, right there!"

Angelo was in the royal training ground with the elite warriors, and he was having a hard time believing these were the people who were supposed to protect the kingdom if tragedy were to strike.

He had been doing the same routine with them, but he wasn't panting as they were. It was almost as if he wasn't feeling anything. Sure they had been training for the past hour, but he couldn't call that training.

He hadn't even started training them, and they were already whining, and Angelo wasn't having any of that. He had thought about the promise he made his brother, and maybe he was doing it for the fried rice, but even he knew he needed the action.

He needed to let out steam, and Carl's fried rice was just his motivation.