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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

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The truth and dare games were the horrors that Angelo Hermes Morgan had feared the most and he had every right to be scared because right now, just a few minutes to midnight, Darius was balancing his whole body on one hand and that was just because he loved dares more than truths.

He had said that dares made life better, but did they? Because he had been balancing his whole huge body on one hand that would have long broken if he hadn't taken interest in the gym and if he wasn't an extremely fit werewolf.

Angelo on the other hand was giving the great Micajah a neck massage because he couldn't remember the first thing he and Carl had done when they first set up their gym. If you must ask, that was four years ago.

Chances were that Carl himself didn't know that, but hey, it was Angelo's truth anyway and he had failed. As for Carlito, he was still doing pull-ups that his mate had dared him to do. Three hundred to be exact.