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CROSSED FATES

CROSSED FATES

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Fri, Aug 7, 202665h 44m
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Fanfic
Seventeen
Alternate Universe (AU)
Fantasy
Vampires and wolves have been at each other's throats for centuries, right? And Seungcheol? He's the alpha, pack leader, big scary wolf boss. So naturally, when his pack storms a vampire mansion, he expects chaos, blood, and maybe a few deaths. But then he sees him, this fragile-looking omega wolf. Cute, trembling, definitely in need of protection... or so he thinks. Little did Seungcheol know? This so-called "fragile" omega is full of fire, claws, and an attitude that could probably punch an alpha in the face if he's not careful. And now Seungcheol's alpha instincts are screaming, his pack's giving him the side-eye, and this omega is about to turn his world upside down.
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BOOK #5 What do you get when you try to cure poison with poison? A catastrophe. Shattered glass. Screams behind closed doors. And one infuriating novelist who keeps dragging me into his worlds like I belong there. This wasn't in the fine print when I accepted the assignment. A forged identity. A counterfeit guardian. A wolf dressed in security black, slipped into the orbit of that wide-eyed storm who never stops narrating his own life. Boo Seungkwan- the Kwon empire's beating heart, their vulnerable hinge, their radiant little jewel my family demanded I tarnish with my own hands. That was the blueprint. Cold. Straightforward. Merciless. And it was working. Perfectly. Until it wasn't. Until my gaze kept drifting back to him. Until my jaw betrayed me with a smile at his ridiculous plot twists. Until desire coiled hot and sharp in my lower spine- unwanted, relentless, shameful- every time he breathed out "captain," voice dipped in honey and lips flushed like sin itself. And the structure of my life- the oaths, the schemes, the years of inherited rage, the bloodline I was chained to- all of it fractures. Splinters. Falls apart at the slightest tilt of his head. Because the most fatal enemy isn't the one you're sent to kill- it's the one you start wanting to keep.

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