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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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I'll Make It Better

Carl and Camille seemed to be getting along well. Anyone who saw them from a distance would think they were best friends because clearly Carl was gay and Camille wasn't.

However, none would have imagined that these two were both hurt and broken by the same woman who thought it was wise to screw up the lives of over half the world. Yet, they were so happy, and it almost seemed like they were in their own world.

Sure, the pods separated them, but the smiles on their faces could light up and introduce them to their own world. Carlos's long locks kept swirling around the pod as the man was excited and happy and doing everything probably in excess, but he deserved it.

He deserved this bout of happiness, no matter how small it was. This was like their reset button and the one-click that could jumpstart his happy life, and frankly, no one was objecting to that.