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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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Hope On Maybes

"I don't want a war, but no matter what it takes, I'll get what's mine" Zarinah said with a tone of finality. 

She  always got what she wanted, no matter the piece that had to be paid. She had learned the hard way that she would never get what she wanted unless she fought for it and here with her, she had a battalion, just like Angelo had his. 

Muhammad wasn't quite understanding what this woman wanted. He had always loved peace, but he was just like the Penta whenever he was angry. He would ruin and pray for forgiveness later. 

He would make lives difficult. But then everyone knew that for Muhammad to make your life miserable, then you had to have been a threat to more than ten people and he couldn't have that. He had his own ways and they always worked. 

No one was sure what strategy he had right now, especially with the sun hitting their heads like they were cereals left out to dry.