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Kestrel was a beta, and an aggressive one that most folks didn't like much. The Empire had picked a future husband for her. This guy was pretty much perfect: born into a high-class family, good-looking, rich, nice, and the envy of everyone around.
People were quick to start whispering.
"Why did such a great guy end up with her? She can't even make tea right and she barely passed her cooking class."
"He won't be able to put up with her for long."
"Right, their love story is a train wreck waiting to happen."
Hearing this stuff over and over, Kestrel started to think that she and her guy, Tarian, were doomed from the start. So, when Tarian showed up with a sweet and pretty girl, Kestrel pulled off her engagement ring and tossed it into the gutter.
From that moment, Kestrel lived free and happy, like a bird soaring in the sky, a fish swimming in the wide ocean.
But a few years into her easy-going life, at a royal shindig, Tarian cornered her. His eyes were all red, and he confessed that he was sorry for everything and that he couldn't stop thinking about her. But Kestrel, wild as ever, wasn't interested in going back to her old life.
Tarian turned white, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't care what you're like, and I can handle your shortcomings. You won't find a more understanding alpha than me."
"Well, I already have a new alpha." To totally shake him off, Kestrel made up a name on the spot. She quickly thought of all the alphas she'd met on the battlefield over the years, and chose the name of a buddy she was tight with, guessing he wouldn't mind.
"He's a good listener, and we're a perfect fit. Plus, he really likes me and doesn't care about my mistakes."
Right after a bummed-out Tarian took off, Kestrel turned around and smacked right into the guy she'd just made up. This guy, a real war hero who'd taken down tons of enemies, turned a bit pink, looked away, and muttered, "You... when did you figure out that I have a crush on you?"

The Beta Dominates Alphas

Kestrel moved her wrist quickly, and the bracelet on her arm changed into a small but super sharp dagger.

She held the black and white dagger upside down.

The blade sparkled for a second. A chopped-off white tendril hit the ground, splashing her face with red blood.

It hurt like crazy to cut off her own psychic incarnation, but Kestrel did it without even frowning. The cut-off piece twitched on the floor; she didn't even give it a second look.

She even licked her own blood off her face and grinned.

"So, I want that," she said, still smiling, her face covered in blood. "If you won't give me something this small, then why are we talking about me being your heir and all this Empire and throne stuff? Are you just tricking me?"

The Queen couldn't figure out what Kestrel was thinking, which made her uneasy. For hundreds of years, she had used her psychic powers to know what people were really thinking.

The Ultimate Fight (3)