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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 · 奇幻言情
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Hera’s Proposition [2]

The Rykov siblings had long made a name for themselves in the mercenary business and theft business but no one would have ever thought that they would be in a room somewhere among the wolves, trying to find a way to broker peace.

Anyone would have thought it was a stupid idea and maybe it was, but what made it even more fun, was the hopelessness in Mikhail's face. He looked like he was enduring torture, the kind that even he wouldn't have been able to escape.

On the other hand, however, his little sister looked like she had gotten new butterflies for her collection. That would have been beautiful but Hera knew nothing of the flowery aspect of life.

For her, a win was either the end of a battle in a war, or a win meant she would always get to eat her favorite food,  cinnamon rolls. And yet somehow she was here too, brainstorming like a fool on an errand of failure.