The Beast
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In this world there is only light or dark. And the legends of the two dragons. One with pure white scales and one with dark as night scales, these dragons have divided the world in two. The people of the world either praises either the good dragon, Zaha, who layed down her live for the humans or they praise Rohan, who tried to kill people who were not strong enough to survive and for power. Jahida is the chief's oldest daughter. She is trained to fight for her people. When her village is attached she thought she could save everyone, but she failed to do so. Now she roams the land looking for any possible survivors. Irél is the Prince of Zama. After is father banished him from the kingdom and his name and cursed him to look like the follower of Rohan and at night to look like Rohan, himself. And the only way to erase the curse is to be as pure as the good dragon, even though this task sounds easy, it's hard to be good when you have the face of the enemy. When Jahida and Irél bump into each other they slowly help each other. Their hatred soon turns into friendship.
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"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

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