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#R18
#COMEDY
#REVENGE
#WEREWOLF
#BL
#SWEETLOVE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#YURI
#FACESLAPPING
#MAFIA

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
Not enough ratings
434 Chs
#R18
#COMEDY
#REVENGE
#WEREWOLF
#BL
#SWEETLOVE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#YURI
#FACESLAPPING
#MAFIA

Kidnapped

Gasping for air, Rhian was brought back to a reality harsher than the one she was running away from. For starters, she was not dead, but then she still needed to know where she was before she even tried to solve the puzzle of how she was alive.

The last thing she remembered was going to the washroom, but someone had cruelly injected her with something, which could explain her disorientation. If this was her nana or the damn werewolves, she was not going to forgive them.

She would make them pay for letting her live with a curse that she could have ended when the clock struck midnight. The first thing she realized was that she was immobilized, and with the cold, she was feeling, she was awfully naked.

"Great," she mumbled to herself while trying to make sense of what she was seeing.

Nothing was interesting, really.