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Naomi has been cast out for 15 years, the pack has rejected and abused her. 5 days away from her 18 birthday something changes, a large grey and white wolf feels the instant need to protect her and he steals her away to the North Alphas pack. As soon as she lays eyes on the North Alpha Alec her soul becomes whole. But can Alec get over that Naomi doesn't look like a Alphas Queen? can he save the young queen from the ruthless attacks from those in power? Can he save her from herself? and make her feel a love shes hasn't felt since her farther hid her? Enjoy the ride, all puns intended. š¶š¶š¶
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The road to happiness isn't always easy.
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The Lost Alphas Daughter Ā Ā Ā No fun
Naomi I half woke up, I felt pain from my wrists all the way up my arms spreading across my shoulders and back. I tried to wiggle my foot to feel if I was next to something or on a table. I felt something on my back but I wasnāt lead down on it and my suspicion was confirmed there was something under my foot. So not totally suspended in thin air but close enough for the pain. My foot was more grazing the floor rather than supporting my weight on it. That was all my arms and my wrists that were chained above my head spread either side. āSheās waking!ā a demonic childās voice said. āMistress?ā A voice I recognised to be the witch who had pointed her finger to me at me resounded. āDose her up again. Let her hang. I need to grieve deeply.ā I heard a telecoms sound and realised I couldnāt smell the witch. They have a distinct smell as soon as their magic turns grey to black. It smells like a wolf kill that has been left in the sun, dead blood and bones thatās gone mouldy with maggo
Last Updated : 2026-08-16The Lost Alphas Daughter Ā Ā Ā The Alpha of the whole
Alec And just like that.....puff gone in a cloud of weird looking ash. I tried to get to her but it was seconds and my head was still reeling from pausing time. It was like I was split in two and my shadow was catching up to my body, but it wasnāt just my shadow it was me suspended in time. Goddess help me if I ever get stuck. That thought was enough to put me of doing that again. As soon as my hands came back empty something changed inside me. My soul fractured and my body reacted. A primal roar left me, it spread my pain all through our ranks. Then I felt the goddess directing me to look at our bonds, see how they branch of into the separate packs? It wasnāt always this way. She was mentally telling me. We used to have one, one alpha to rule them all. But we became to many for one wolf to handle their collective power. That is until you, my child. Now draw them in. Call them to you as the whole. Break down those pack lines and unite our wolves once more. Together we are str
Last Updated : 2026-08-13The Lost Alphas Daughter Ā Ā Ā We are one
BeccaOh shit! I looked at Alec and had everything we had learned as kids confirmed as he made a single motion that only I and Karl knew what it meant. A single finger was run across Alecās neck as he stared at us. I glanced at Karl he had caught on to. The three of us had years of conversation as teens come back to sit right in front of us and point a very ghostly finger at Naomi. We looked at Alec then the ghostly figure. Karl and I turned to each other in absolute shock. The years we had spent doing recon on this woman was quite frankly fucking insane. We knew when she had her first human meal of the day. We had gone that deep down the rabbit hole and a rabbit whole it was. Apparently she had been up to exactly what we had been telling Tom she was up to for years. The level of....oh we fucking knew it!! Light bulbs that were going of between us was insane. We stood there suspended in mere seconds that felt like a lifetime. Years of conversations coming back into the for
Last Updated : 2026-08-12The Lost Alphas Daughter Ā Ā Ā The translucent witches
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