When The Sun Sets

When The Sun Sets

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In the land of Europe, under The Empires reign all supernatural creatures have had to go in to hiding. But most fled across the great mountains, to the eastern land of Asia to escape the wrath of the dark king Richard. For years he as hunted and slain the supernatural races, Elf's Dwarfs, dragons and more. But all is not bad, for the king also sent the forces of evil in to hiding. Feard by all he has brought peace to his people. Or so it seems to our hero, Damion Fletcher an apprentice to his local smith. Damion Fletcher was a normal human, with his adoptive parents and older sister. He grew up learning how to make bows and arrows, which when he was old enough, was taught how to use. Yet in the end, he had a passion for creating, designing and solving problems. Which lead to him getting an apprenticeship at the local smith. Until one day his whole world is turned up side down and nothing was the same again.
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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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