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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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I Said No!

Hera looked at the wolves who were having fun running with their rulers. It was giving them a sense of a family, a touch of absolute completion, something they knew would help them in the coming days. Alexei was more than a home to them.

It was a family they had come to grow in and love.

This was where their sanity lay.

It was technically their safe space. A home where they didn't have to suffer just for the basics. They farmed and hunted, but just because it was their nature and because they had been used to working in the past eighteen years.

Being alone and independently suffering for long made them the way they were. They knew how to do different things. They knew how to explore their talents.

Angelo had already told them they didn't need to work because the companies they had bought in the human world were already functional and would be able to finance them. Not to mention the narco business that Angelo and Carl were having.