she_osprey

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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.
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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?

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WHOSE ALPHA?

"All rise for her royal highness, Rhian Hera Daniels, first of her line" the sentence that people had been waiting for thirty minutes after the bell brought people together.

Heads were swiftly twisted to see the woman who they were saluting, the one who would be their Luna if she formally accepted the role.

The ruler of Alexei alongside the royal alpha.

Maybe the Luna ad been brave all her life, maybe she was a strong woman but right now, with her golden gown sweeping the floor of the square, she couldn't help but be a nervous wreck. This was actually happening.

If she had known she would have to change from her janitor clotting to this golden ball gown, she would have prepared herself psychologically, but even she knew that no amount of preparation could have let her know this kind of feeling.

An Alpha's Choice