Soratas Elife [Working Title]

Soratas Elife [Working Title]

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It is the year 5732, and the Galaxy is at war. Two main factions have been battling for what feels like forever, with no clear end in sight. Offers to a truce always seem to derail, and hatred for one another is only growing as days pass. Taking advantage of the chaos, bandits and raiders have started popping up all over the galaxy. To combat the raiders, Private Military Companies went up for hire to protect colonies and cruiser ships all over; but sometimes they would go corrupt themselves and suddenly there were trained, armed militia with nobody to keep them in check. And in the background, away from all of this, we find Humanity. One of many neutral parties in this war, Earth has become a hot-spot for refugees and seemingly a safe haven. But nothing is ever as it seems. In a Galaxy run by councils, eventually one had to become corrupt. Right in the middle of this all is Soratas Elife. A prodigy of science and the first Elife to not take up the throne for the Sheromian people. One string of events after another will lead this man from place to place in an endless spiral to uncover truth amongst lie after lie. This is the civil war that history forgot; this is the story of Soratas Elife. (Book 1 of 2) [Description Under Liability of Change]
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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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