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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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She's Crazy but She's Mine

Angelo looked at the woman in front of him and wondered whether the stench of the palace had really gotten into her head that bad. Maybe they needed to get some treatment.

If there were no people in Alexei then the human doctors would have an idea as to what was happening to her because he for a fact didn't know what to do with her. If she had looked like shit earlier, now she just looked plain ridiculous and Angelo was trying so hard to fight back a burst of roaring laughter.

He could tell that whatever her plan was, and no matter how crazy it seemed, he was not allowed to make a sound. So he held back his unruly snorts, watching as his mate went back into the palace and stuffed the blood from the dead bodies on herself.

It was one thing to be crazy and stupid, but it was also another thing to be wrapped up and be looking like the walking dead, but hey, at least she was still his. He would always be proud of her anyway.