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The Supreme Alpha

Duke lost his family during the werewolf war and Seraphina became his light in the darkness. Duke is adamant about protecting Seraphina and reclaiming what was his by birth, even if he needs to risk his life by awakening the powerful beast that sleeps within him. Seraphina paid a heavy price in exchange to be with the love of her life. Others made that choice for her. She is determined to get stronger so that she can regain what's lost, and she swore to secure everything that's dear to her. Will she be able to fulfill that promise when the man she loves needs to risk his life if he wants to live? Join Seraphina and Duke as they uncover their pasts and build their future while fighting against the vicious creatures who see them as a threat. --- FL and ML are both strong, smart, and they would do anything for each other. Expect drama, mystery, and romance in a modern fantasy setting. If you are under age 18 or sensitive to adult content, I suggest you skip this novel. This is the second book in the series Amara, and you can read it independently. --- Book 1 in the Amara series, "Amara - Reunion", will give you a better understanding of the hardships Seraphina and Duke went through in order to be together. --- Connect with me and other fellow readers, and see additional photos. Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RedSonia.Novels Discord: https://discord.gg/cFaejHB Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/redsonia_novels/ --- I own the cover. --- Give my other novels a try!

RedSonia · Fantasy
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203 Chs

Ambushed

Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view

I stared at the demon who was frowning at me in displeasure, and I was not sure what to say.

Technically, Tart was under the effect of my pheromones, so he shouldn't harm me. At least, I hoped that was the case.

"Tart, I didn't think you would still be here," I said and glanced at Vesper, hoping she won't blow up this incoming lie. "We got inside and ended up in a good spot that many coveted. I feared that if we left, we wouldn't be able to get back in. How much time did it pass?"

"We don't count time here," Tart said stiffly.

Oh, right. It's the immortal thing. They don't bother with hours, days, and other small units.

The uncertainty urged me to rush home.

"Well, I should get going."

He frowned. "Where?"