Skye and her Alpha
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  • Reads 9,627
  • Votes 320
  • Parts 15
  • Time 2h 5m
Complete, First published Jan 22, 2023
Mature
Skye Goenett, being a spiritual person, she always knew that she was different. And she felt pretty strong in her spiritual abilities...but she didn't understand just how powerful she really is. While Skye has been living her life, someone else has been watching her every move. Will Skye notice her stalker and who this person may be?...Or what this person may be? And will Skye learn just how powerful she is?...Is Skye even human?...



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Escape is Only Temporary [boyxboy]

41 parts Complete Mature

Shepherd had run all his life. Constant, unabating movement that consumed him. It was relentless, be it the demons within his own mind or external pursuers out of his control, there was always another beast snapping at his heel, urging him forward in the eternal chase. But that was behind him. He was settled now, happy, hidden away from the prying eyes and reaching claws. Until He returned. Reece Greymoore, a name Shepherd so desperately wished to eradicate from his mind. Their meeting had been brief, a lifetime ago, ending on soured notes that Shepherd no longer allowed to disturb his slumber. Reece shouldn't have found him, and yet there he was, speaking of friendship and favours and other pleasantries that had Shepherd's guard firmly bolstered around himself. But Reece never appeared in a shower of sunshine and rose petals. Rather, he spoke of so much worse, of threats to Shepherd's very life. Promises of safety fell upon deaf ears, disbelief a much more comforting blanket to reside within. Reece was not only an alpha but he was a ghost, a figure within Shepherd's past that should have never arisen. He arrived with death and dismay in his wake, sweet words weren't repayment enough. Reece's presence had shattered the fragile cage around Shepherd, allowing the light in, reminding him of the freedom of the chase. The roots he had planted were withering, tearing apart beneath him, leaving nothing but rot and decay where he stood. Maybe running was just how it was meant to be...