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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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434 Chs

The Broken Promise [1]

NIMUE POV

The throne room was quiet, everyone to their thoughts and waiting for me to talk. Lilah was watching me, encouraging me, damn I love that woman. In her regal wear, it was almost impossible to forget that she was a shadow hunter.

Her runes so beautiful they made me want to jump her right at that moment.

Carl and Darius had stoic faces on, but anyone could tell it hurt to hear his mother be at the center of everything. Well at least he was old enough and powerful to the point that no one would ever step on him, but there was no telling what he was thinking.

Sure everyone assumed he was strong, but his grip on his mate's hands said otherwise.

It hurt to see them like that. It hurt to see the strong Carlos Medina almost crumbling. Mikhail was looking at me, trying to give me the stare, but we both knew that no stare would fix what was about to happen.