Emmy_Thomson

"Are you really human? A human can't possess such a captivating scent," William inquired.

"But you either don't seem a human to me. Who are you?" Sherry reciprocated his query bluntly.

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We often meet our destiny on the path we desperately try to avoid. But happens next? 

William Romano, the cold-hearted true alpha of the Romano pack, was a ruthless lone leader. However, he wasn't always an angry and monstrous man. Pain turned him so when his enemies brought tragedy to his family. And pain engineered his great desire for vengeance

Sherry Crawley was a joyous, beautiful, and kind person who always thought of herself as a strong-willed lady. However, that changed when she suddenly lost everything at once, leaving her shattered into pieces to the point that she attempted to take her life. 

Two polar opposites, bound by fate, in a world so unexpecting. 
What happens when destiny intervenes and William ends up saving her life and finds himself drawn to this beautiful woman? 

Worse yet, William's beta's brother Roger has set his sights on Sherry as well.  he was indifferent to werewolves' activities, he established his business as emperor in just 10 years. he lived among human-like humans, he loved so much to Merry, but Merry was a werewolf too.

Will William and Sherry's love survive such turmoil and interference?
Will Roger and Merry's love survive just like a human being?

The unexpected destined mate

"Thank you… that would be a lesser reduction of what you did for me, King. And... sorry, I couldn't be the perfect brother to protect you from this cruel world. I don't know... if you can ever forgive me in this life other than me... you will always be the best brother I could ever ask for. He patted his shoulder, muttering his warm appraisal, smiled broadly sadly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, the emotions he had been trying to suppress burst out as he heard those heartfelt words from his older brother for the first time in his life. He shuddered slightly, and from his tear-stained eyes, a drop of warm tear dripped down his chin.

His cheeks burned with an overwhelming desire to cry loudly, like a small child in his arms, forgetting about all the boundaries that coexist between them. Grabbing his shoulder, he tried to stifle the tears that William apparently felt from behind.

"You can scream... if you want, king."

Bringing A Mysterious Look Into His Dubious Eyes