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The Beta Dominates Alphas

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?"

Treein · Fantasy
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251 Chs

The Next Queen (2)

Alphas wielding firearms ran through the alley.

The squad leader lifted his arm, signaling everyone to stop. His eyes skimmed the edge of a trash can, searching every dark corner where someone might hide.

Two noisy rats, spooked by the number of people, scampered into the depths of a drain.

The leader looked up and saw an old, battered window above the heap of trash. It was open, and the curtain still swayed.

Squinting, he moved towards it. A single step on the wall, and he easily leapt onto the windowsill, his fingers pressed against the frame as his gaze swept across the empty room.

For a moment, he contemplated searching inside. But then, an annoying emotion swelled within him.

"A girl that small, and a beta at that, couldn't possibly climb in here. What a waste of time," this logical thought flashed through his mind.

"No one here," he leapt down from the windowsill, gestured, and led his team forward.