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My Atypical Wolf (BL)

Ashton is an Alpha who hides who he is due to the fear of being feared, and Caleb is an omega who hides his identity since he hates the way omegas are mistreated. Both of them gave up on the thought of ever having a relationship, even if they find their fated mates. What happens when these two meet and their biggest secrets unfold. Will this bring them closer? Can they fight their feelings despite not wanting to? ~~~~~~~~ "The way spoke in front of them, you almost had me convinced that you liked me", Ashton snorted. "I do". Caleb confessed. With widened eyes, Ashton struggled to ask, "Is this... another one of you jokes"? "No. I really like you. I have liked you for a long time". He said, biting his lips, awaiting the rejection. "I thought you hate Alphas". Ashton wondered. "Not you". Caleb declared. ~~~~~~~ How will their story develop? Get into it and find find out for yourself!! [WPC-145: GOLD TIER WINNER] [MATURE CONTENT] check out my another story, 《Vampire who fell for his hunter(BL)》 ---------- PS: If you want to connect with me: Feel free to message me in:- 1.Discord. ID: sillymlk#8687 2. Instagram ID: @silly.mlk or @zuozhe_jiemei 3.Discord group: https://discord.gg/rJPDJQA 4.Twitter: @Sillymlk 5. Blog: https://sillymlk.blogspot.com 6.Buy me a Ko-fi? http://Ko-fi.com/sillymlk 5. Check out its trailer in YOUTUBE: https://youtu.be/BgXPlxYUGxc

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Confrontation

Ashton knew that if he waited any longer he would lose him again, and thus going with his instincts he adjusted Caleb properly and laid him down before he followed him. At that moment he almost forgot about the plan of calling him. Why almost? Cause part of him was adamant to keep Caleb safe.

He followed him as he walked down the lane. At the end of the road he took a turn that led him off the main road and was directed towards an abandoned river bank. Ashton wasn't sure what Axel was aiming for, but he kept following him nonetheless. Axel stopped abruptly and took an empty chair as he whistled an ominous song (or at least that's what it seemed like) and rocked his legs aimlessly.