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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.

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Friend not Foe

Angelo

The man had shown up again and just like what he had been doing in the past four months, he was just seated under the bamboo tree, looking around with his senses alert, careful not no spook anyone but even more careful not to let any unauthorized person try going through the boundary of the werewolf kingdom.

It was hard telling whether he was a vampire, a witch, a wolf, or even a human, but what they knew was that he was always looking out for them.

Each time he showed up, there would be dead rogues, which was interesting because no one knew him, no one knew what he wanted, so they let him be since he wasn't causing any trouble and he didn't seem like a spy.

If anything, spies never really sat watching the gats openly. They would always hide, but he didn't hide. He showed himself and his face, though most of his face was always masked up, his brown eyes were no hard to miss.