"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

[Main Story: COMPLETED✅] [Extras and Specials: COMPLETED✅] Bright Chivaaree, 21, and known as the strongest Alpha in his generation from the Cyrstal Blood Pack, which was the largest pack in Portland. A male who had been waiting for his mated pair to feel the mate pull for four years, and for his mate to stand beside him as his Luna - his equal in all things. For many years, he had been patient enough to satisfy himself with just quick glances, subtle forms of affections, and small conversations with his mate. Win Metawin, turning 18, one of the many humans that are under the Crystal Blood Pack who's been in love with Alpha Bright. For many years, he had been praying to the Moon Goddess to be able to experience being a werewolf and to be mated together with his first love despite his status being a human. For now, he was just content with Bright's show of adoration to him which he tries to ignore because he doesn't want to take Bright away from his mated pair. In the ABO Universe, having a mate is considered the most important phase of a werewolf's life. They live, breathe, and die for their mate/soul bond/ life mate. In this Universe, Alpha males and Alpha females are on the top of the value chain and are the ones that procreate in order to continue the dominant pack's lineage. But what if in the quick turn of events, the Moon Goddess played her cards well and mated a male Alpha to a male human? And what if that human has secrets that are more than meets the eye? Will they be able to continue their love story despite the many forms of struggles that they'd encounter? Or will someone's selfishness take someone's life away sending their lives into oblivion out of control? ••••• Date Started: May 24, 2020 Date Ended: Jan. 07, 2021 [Main Story] Date Ended: Dec. 28, 2021 [Side Stories and Finale] ••••• 100K Reads [11.09.2020] 🍻 150K Reads [01.10.2021] 🍻 200K Reads [03.22.2021] 🍻 250K Reads [06.05.2021] 🍻 300K Reads [09.20.2