Azalea_Silver

"Hey, beautiful," she paused, "may I know your name?" Nox asked, not really believing the words that were leaving her lips at that moment.
"I'm Dunamis, Aylin Dunamis. What's yours?" Aylin spoke, her sweet, soft voice sounding to Nox as beautiful as a symphony of angels.
"Nox, Scarlett Nox, and I, dear Aylin, am your mate." Came the reply, Aylin's eyes widening with realization at the revelation by the Alpha before her.
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A random visit to a cafe` for a fresh coffee after a soulless morning in the office is the last place Alpha Scarlett Nox expected to find her mate, a sweet-looking omega called Aylin Dunamis.
As they begin to explore their lives together as mates, the universe begins to stir. Unexpected encounters, unending hostilities and reunited loved ones appear, making the two wolves begin to realise that not all is as it seems.
When the secrets they suffered to keep hidden finally surface, will they be buried under the skeletons they hid in their closets?
One thing that is certain is that their meeting may have been fortune's favour, but the road ahead of them had no such sentiments.
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This is not a slow-burn romance in any way, shape or form.
It contains some Futa aspects, if not comfortable, I suggest you don't read.
Also, I do not take credit for any of these character images, the credit goes to pixart.
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Ruthless Alpha x Fiery Omega
Girl x Girl

The Ruthless Alpha's Sweet Mate

Nox tilted her head to the side in thought. It seemed that the last reason was most likely the case, and would tie in with the first reason.

"The last one's simple." Altan shrugged.

"Then what is it?" Nox asked, staring at her master.

"Witch hunters." He said, dropping the two words like a bomb.

Nox could feel her heart drop the moment those words left Altan's lips. She had forgotten them, but they existed! The bane of all paranormal creatures, hunters. Now, more specifically, witch hunters.

If that is what her mate and her are up against, this wasn't going to be a walk in the park.

He sighed, hands clasped in front of him in an arch that supported his forehead as he thought. He was so damn tired. Tired of everything, especially this case that lay in front t of him in the form of pristine white documents with black lettering.

Advent Of The Hunters