Xeeraaruwa

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An Alpha-mage, one whose soul held nothing but darkness, but was known as the incapable Alpha, because that's how he appears to his pack.


Every Alpha is known to be an arrogant, possessive, egotistical, and controlling person but not this Alpha he was known to be a womanizer, inconsiderate, and undisturbed by the affairs of the pack. he's the most accurate definition of I don't give a sh#t kinda person...


His mate was bound to make him stronger, but when he found her he knew he had to reject her unless he was willing to let the darkness takeover...

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Okay, so do you think the Alpha would reject his mate? would he succeed in holding back the darkness within him?


What if he rejects his mate, but she doesn't take it lightly...

Breelia, Alpha Black's mate, is the daughter of the Alpha of the strongest pack to have ever existed, she hadn't been expecting to fall in love with her mate but when he rejected her, she vowed to make him pay.


How would she make him pay? would they become immortal enemies or would she forgive him?

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#Warnings this book is a slow burn, and you'd have to be patient with the characters as they develop with time.


Things aren't always going to be like sleeping in beds of roses well except they include thorns... haha just kidding... or not. Anyways 

please support this book as I actually started it for the WSA contest which I have little confidence about but with your help, we might make it...

And if you still find this interesting after the warnings then thank you for your support...


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PS. Book art doesn't belong to me and would be removed upon request by the true owner.

The Fate Of The Female Alpha

"What happened to your wolf," was what she asked and I couldn't help the way my eyes slightly widened as I realized I hadn't heard ash for a while now, and I didn't even bother to find out what was wrong with him.

"Shit, did he die," she asked again with wide eyes.

I wasn't surprised she was asking, I'm sure it was because her mate couldn't feel him, and that was because I also couldn't feel him also.

"Shit, of course not," I said although I couldn't help but think of a reasonable explanation for the reason why he was completely quiet, even though I was no longer trying to suppress him using alcohol.

Which reminds me, I used to think I was addicted to alcohol, but apparently, I wasn't because now that I didn't feel the need to keep him under, I haven't touched a single drop of it.

"Are you sure? Maybe the monster did something to him?" She suggested and I could tell her she was wrong because I was thinking of the same thing.

who needs a small pack