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Beast Alpha and His Cursed Luna

"You look lonely and well..." "Well?" The Alpha gave her a condescending smile. "Broken. Like someone who has fought a lot of battles. Someone who has been hurt." She said. "It's true. And thus, I am ready to fight even more battles if it promises what I want," Alpha Maverick said. "And what do you want?" She asked with a sweet smile. "Death. Death of all the rogues for what they did to me," Alpha Maverick said, looking at the girl who became stiff beside him. "You are not a rogue, are you?" Alpha Maverick looked into her enchanting eyes, his hand caressing her cheeks, making her smile awkwardly. She was indeed a rogue, and not just any normal rogue, but one wanted by the entire world. ~~~~~~ "I, Valencia Brooklyn, reject Tyler Anderson as my fateful mate. I would rather accept death than a disloyal mate." These were the exact words that changed her life. Since this werewolf world couldn't accept her for being an omega and not having a wolf, she decided to do the exact same thing. She became a rogue that everyone started fearing and looking for. A rogue who killed other rogues, stole from people, rejected an alpha, deceived the council, and most importantly, lived among humans while breaking all laws and norms. What will happen when someone from the council gives her anonymous case to the strongest alpha in the world? An alpha even stronger than the Alpha King's son? How will she save herself from an alpha who has vowed to kill all the rogues to avenge what they did with him? How will Maverick Aurelius catch this mysterious rogue who doesn't have a scent? When they first meet, he should've killed her, but how was he supposed to recognize her when she was a mere cat? Valencia never turned into her wolf because she was cursed to be a shapeshifter. How will the alpha recognise the rogue in the cat who has developed a weird habit of coming into his room and playing with his things? ~~~~~ P.S. This is my second WSA 2024 entry. Please support with votes, gift, tickets and comments.

AngelinaBhardawaj · Fantasia
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The angels and the demons

THIRD PERSON'S POV

The lady dressed in a white gown appeared in the ice castle to report whatever happened on Earth.

The ice castle, made up of glass and ice, was one of the hidden castles, whose presence wasn't even for the witches of the dark or white world.

Different seats with different throne patterns were aligned in long queues on both sides.

"I am back," The lady said, not introducing herself, and as soon as she did that, the queues of thrones started to fill with otherworldly people who had no connection with the Earthlings or the creatures roaming it.

"Well, we can hope you brought some good news," One of the ladies dressed in a red cloak with her half face hidden behind a veiled mask, whispered, her voice soft, but her tone sarcastic enough for the lady to clench her jaws.