What stayed behind

What stayed behind

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Some loves don't end. Some soul don't leave. He died before he could claim her. Now he's back-and she has crossed his path again. This is not a love story. This is what stayed behind.
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He's the one they whisper about in every corner, hushed voices of the one everyone fears. He's the one nightmares are made of. The one parents tell their children stories of, so they'll behave. He's the dark conqueror, the dark Alpha that everyone prays never crosses his path. For if they do, they know what that means: he's there to claim another pack, and it could be theirs. The Dark Alpha has been conquering packs since he was 19. Every 3 years, he begins his journey again, with the same task of taking down another pack. And when he strikes, he doesn't hit just one pack; he takes down all the surrounding packs one by one, leaving only the low-ranked wolves alive. A small, broken Omega is found in the destruction left by his men. One he couldn't care less about. The dark Alpha has a heart as cold as steel; even those closest to him are kept at a distance. The Omega is drawn to him even though he fears him. He steals glances from under his lashes every chance he gets, even though he feels invisible in his presence. No matter how hard he tries to stop thinking of the alpha, he can't. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees him, and every time he dreams, he's in his arms. The heart is a fickle thing. It's unpredictable and has a mind of its own. No matter how hard he tries to look away. No matter how hard he tries not to think of him, and no matter how much it hurts that he's so invisible in his presence, he can't change the way his heart feels. The damn thing wants what it wants, whether his brain wants it or not.

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