The Alpha's Demon

The Alpha's Demon

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Billie Ward was running from her death. She couldn't turn towards the witches for help because she was an abomination. Billie was alone. She ran to a small rural community in hope to avoid the creature hunting her. She could feel the magic rolling off many of the residents of the small community but she didn't know what they were. They all acted normal and she even dated one till that night she lost control. Rory Campbell was an Alpha of the Lokeshire Pack. He couldn't find his mate anywhere in his travels and was losing hope. Until one day his wolf started to perk in the back of his mind. Rory was on edge for weeks even though his mate hadn't appeared. A fire erupted in the woods one night and he could smell his mate underneath the flames. He couldn't find her. Was she killed in the flames? Something about the new girl in town was intriguing Rory but she was hiding something. At the same time, he needs to figure out the fires in the woods. Billie's times running out in the small town since she lost control. ***There may be mature content in this book. Language, some smut, etc.***
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(NSFW 18+) Being an Angel and a Demon is difficult. Being an Omega Angel Bonded to an Alpha Demon? Things are about to get even tougher, but luckily both Aziraphale and Crowley have each other to help share the load. "To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say 'I am here.' To say 'I am." ― O. R. Melling (Or: A Good Omens Alpha Crowley/Omega Aziraphale AU)

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