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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 · Fantasía
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Let's Start Over

"No, I don't, whatever my queen wants, my queen gets," Angelo said to Hera.

He was happy, just as she was. He was a proud man and nothing made him even prouder than him having Hera as his mate. Hera looked lovingly at her mate, wondering whether their parents would have approved of their union.

Maybe they would have been different people. Maybe the life they lived was one of a kind. Maybe their parents wouldn't understand and maybe just maybe they would understand. One thing about the werewolf royalties was that an alpha's son always was an alpha, but the kings were chosen.

These kids had been selected by the goddess herself to take care of a home they were born into but bred out of. Life had taught them more than any school would ever teach them and they knew it.