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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

What A Hot Mess

Zayn Medina was heavenly. He looked so good it hurt to stare at him. He was pulling the people of Alexei apart without even knowing it. Mikhail had done a good job dressing him up, and he was proud of it; after all,  the final product was beautiful.

Unlike everyone who had preferred a tuxedo today, Zayn Medina was dressed differently. In a white casual outfit, he looked nothing like the vampire everyone wanted dead at some point in time. Carl looked at his brother, then at Mikhail before mouthing a what the fuck to Mica.

Whatever he had done with his brother deserved to go down in the history books because damn.

There were whispers around the podium of how he looked so good he couldn't even pass for a murderer. But that was enough whispers about the vampire because Gaviria stood up to begin the opening ceremony.

They had a lot of days on their hands, and if they didn't start the ceremony, they would be looking at a two hundred-day celebration.