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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 · Fantaisie
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Not My Woman, Mate

"Y'know what, how about we fucking try this again, mate," Angelo said to Zymere scornfully and distastefully before adding, "get the fuck away for my mate."

However, with all the common sense in Zymere not so common anymore, he charged at Angelo after landing Hera one more punch. That shit did hurt. Regardless, Hera, not being one to be pinned down, and with the help of her wolf, got back up to help her mate bring down the bastard.

And so it was that Zymere was fighting the two royals. Two stronger people than him together,  an advantage that the young wolves didn't know of yet. Maybe if they had known that,  they would have used it, but it wasn't time yet.

They were all strong, and that could be felt in the amount of airwaves they caused around them, but did they care? Not one bit. They were all on a mission to make their own lives more miserable.