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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

Standing Trial

"Oh come on!" the royals let out when they finally realized what this was. They had literally used all their brain cells worrying and cursing and throwing hands, and frankly, they expected more than this.

The whole of Alexei was worried sick about them, and for what? It was like the dungeon had been a map where the good got out while the bad, they never got to see the sun or even feel the warmth of the sun hitting their skins. 

Mikhail facepalmed as he slid down the wall and sat on the cold floor in the hallway. He should have expected this, especially with Hera's adamance. He was the one person who could have easily known whether his sister was truly hurt or not, after all, they shared a sibling bond that acted like a transmitter.