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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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It's Not About Power

"Okay, you sit here, pretty lady, and don't you give me that pout," Nimu warned her baby sister.

"My ears hurt, you little dipshit," Hera said as she clutched her ears. Hera had changed over the years, and this time, she looked better than the last time they had been home. However, her sister was busy watching her.

She looked prettier, which was not fair on all the females anywhere in the world. It was almost like the goddess had decided to bestow all of earth's beauty on a woman who didn't know how to use her beauty.

What was the use anyway?

Hera was a blunt knife when it came to herself and her body. She knew nothing, absolutely nothing about the effect she had on people. Of course, as a queen, she knew she was powerful, but away from the titles, she saw herself as just another girl on the planet.