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The Alpha's Angel

How useful are you willing to be for people to want you? In a pack of wolves, being wolf-less equals being worthless. After being exploited as a blood source by the Blood Traders, Evelynn's wolf is suppressed, and she has no idea of her origins until she meets Sawyer, who saves her from her bondage. She is given two options: prove herself to earn her place or say goodbye to the pack and her mate. Sawyer, the Alpha of the Southern Blood Moon Pack, is a compassionate and caring leader to his wolves but ruthless to his enemies. He has been tracking members of the blood traders to find Aubrey, his childhood friend. He found Evelynn instead, his weak and broken mate. His community needs a powerful Luna to stabilize the pack. Now the Alpha has to choose between Aubrey, the needed Luna, or Evelynn, his fateful mate. Will Evelynn be able to prove herself? Will it be enough to earn her place as the Luna? What is Sawyer's choice? Would it be the welfare of his pack? Or his love for Evelynn? — They gradually stopped swaying, and before they realized it, they were looking at each other. He cupped her cheek and caressed her skin with his thumb. He swallowed many times to try to calm his nerves, but Evelynn's lips… They were so close that he wanted to devour them. Right at that moment, he decided to screw up the courtship and kiss her. But before he could do that, the door swung open, and the lights turned on. It was Liam. The urgency was plotted on his small face, his eyes alarmed and focused. "Aubrey…" he announced. Instantly, Sawyer stood up straight. His grip on Evelynn loosened. "I think we can finally find her." The news was so huge it made Sawyer immediately step away and head to the door. But he stopped midway and turned to Evelynn. He went near her again and cupped her face. "I'll be back," he promised. Evelynn croaked, "Who's Aubrey?"

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The root of fear and misbelief

Sixteen years ago…

The young Evelynn's eyes flickered like the stars that particular night inside a shabby house in a dilapidated part of the village.

She salivated at the sight of food on the table. All she knew was that the list of food included everything she ever wanted and wished for.

"Mother! What is the occasion? It's not my birthday. It's not yours. Why are there goodies here?" Her thin voice boomed with excitement and happiness.

She couldn't wait to delve in and swallow every piece.

Something was slightly different in her mother's mood. She was always frowning, but Evelynn noticed she looked nervous that night instead.

Her mother sat in front of her and curtly said, "Just eat. They're for you."

Her mother was always like that. She never really talked to her and never seemed to care. However, Evelynn believed in her heart that her mother loved her like how mothers loved their children. She just had a different language of love.