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The Beta Dominates Alphas

Kestrel was a beta, and an aggressive one that most folks didn't like much. The Empire had picked a future husband for her. This guy was pretty much perfect: born into a high-class family, good-looking, rich, nice, and the envy of everyone around. People were quick to start whispering. "Why did such a great guy end up with her? She can't even make tea right and she barely passed her cooking class." "He won't be able to put up with her for long." "Right, their love story is a train wreck waiting to happen." Hearing this stuff over and over, Kestrel started to think that she and her guy, Tarian, were doomed from the start. So, when Tarian showed up with a sweet and pretty girl, Kestrel pulled off her engagement ring and tossed it into the gutter. From that moment, Kestrel lived free and happy, like a bird soaring in the sky, a fish swimming in the wide ocean. But a few years into her easy-going life, at a royal shindig, Tarian cornered her. His eyes were all red, and he confessed that he was sorry for everything and that he couldn't stop thinking about her. But Kestrel, wild as ever, wasn't interested in going back to her old life. Tarian turned white, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't care what you're like, and I can handle your shortcomings. You won't find a more understanding alpha than me." "Well, I already have a new alpha." To totally shake him off, Kestrel made up a name on the spot. She quickly thought of all the alphas she'd met on the battlefield over the years, and chose the name of a buddy she was tight with, guessing he wouldn't mind. "He's a good listener, and we're a perfect fit. Plus, he really likes me and doesn't care about my mistakes." Right after a bummed-out Tarian took off, Kestrel turned around and smacked right into the guy she'd just made up. This guy, a real war hero who'd taken down tons of enemies, turned a bit pink, looked away, and muttered, "You... when did you figure out that I have a crush on you?"

Treein · Fantasie
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251 Chs

Grooming for Ren (1)

Ren ambled back to his dormitory. Streetlights at twilight were faint, the ground chilly and damp. Now and then, folks wearing tattered clothes pulled their coats tighter and quickly walked by the road.

Even though this was the heart of the Empire, aside from the special area around the Tower, most spots seemed pretty shabby. In this world, life wasn't easy for most alphas and betas. For regular folks, it was even tougher.

Underneath the dorm, a coal cart was parked. An older man with silver strands in his hair, along with his petite, frail granddaughter, was trying to lift a hefty box of coal, slowly lugging it up the stairs. The old man had to pause for coughs, while the young girl, probably seven or eight, did her best to hold the box higher, hoping to ease the strain on her grandpa.

As Ren approached the tight staircase, he effortlessly hoisted the coal box. A few quick steps later, and it was on the next floor.