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Lycaon: The Flaming Alpha
By: Zuxian CompletedWerewolf
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Following the synopsis (in the first chapter), the Alpha was faced with so many problems that he felt he would quake. While his pack was at war with some real wolves, (they were werewolves kicked down by Zeus from heaven. Zeus had turned them into wolves) he was helped by some Nymphs after he had been shot by some humans. The Nymphs needed him to be their leader to fight some Centuars as a token of appreciation. His pack had been colonized by the real wolves. He couldn't leave the Nymphs neither by choice nor force. He did complete his contract with the Nymphs and went to fight for the freedom of his mates. He was shocked to realize that the rogue, Chloe had become their leader and Darius, the sage was dead. He needed to fight for being an Alpha and retaining the honour, but neither would the mates accept a leader who forsook them, nor would Chloe go down by choice. He would go back to the Nymph for help.
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Lycaon: The Flaming Alpha Epilogue
"Zeus!" He heard his name. He was standing on the earth and on the sea. One of his legs was on the earth and the other in the sea. He knew that the call he had heard would have an effect soonest. He was waiting for it. The call of his name meant that he who he was awaiting was right in the corner. He could smell that. He could sense. He wasn't waiting for it. He knew that he wouldn't have to wait forever. He knew that he wouldn't be stayed. Who dared to stay him? He was yet to see that kinda person. He was yet to know that kinda person. He was yet to meet that kinda person. Person? That should be a litotes. He hadn't seen that kinda god. He was matter-of-factly the father of all gods. He knew what he had done and would do and could do. He wanted the urgency to send a shrill through his spines and connect with the torn torrents puked by the waves of the sea he was having his left leg in. He had learnt his
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Few Days Later... "What did they feel like?" "I won't speak ill of them much you know. They are very powerful. Super powerful, I tell you. I fought with all my strengths and flung them away many times. It is a great feeling having your foe subdued under you. But I actually needed a super power and I was given that power by some special persons." "Can I get the power too?" "Keep quite, Leng. What do you know about power?" "Don't shut her. She probably might be the person who would champion my course. Power is not gender bias. You have no idea if she would be an Alpha. First female Alpha." "Treas
Lycaon: The Flaming Alpha XXVI
"Arrrgggghhhhhh" He screamed. Twas kinda like a shriek that almost ripped off the robes of the forest. He felt violated and annihilated. He felt fooled and played. He was trying his best to be sane enough to ignore the odds of the things that are happening. He was trying to forget what he had seen. He couldn't help it. The more he tried, the lesser he seemed to control. The more he tried to be strong, the weaker he was. He had no time for games, but the pains wouldn't bid adiue to him. He had no idea what to do. He had no idea what would happen. He was hoping that he would forget it. He was hoping that he wouldn't have to be taunted by the feeling all his life. He was hoping that things would toss new ideas at him. He was hoping that the forest would whisper a solid fact to him and his sanity would be fleshened. He was wrong. He was wronged. He was a fool. He had been fooled. Even the pattering mad
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. "I'll tell you just few things." He walked about the pack. He was all-smile. He had no idea what pain had the best of the mates. He didn't care what they swimming through. He had no idea what route they were plying. He didn't care. Didn't make any difference to him. He could use different types of feelings and motives. He had had his chance and was doing the worst he could to achieve whatever aim he did have in mind. He didn't care what others did think about it. It didn't really matter to him. That was of no consequence to him. Twasnt something which did keep him worried. He had been dealing with several mates and he was sure at that moment how to go about dealing with them. He needed no extra periods or training to learn how to do that. He could do several other things for them. He could do those even without their consents. He didn't mind. He couldn't call himself evil. He felt like he was the
Lycaon: The Flaming Alpha XXIV
"What ya doing?" That was more to himself than to anybody. He was trying to put his thoughts right. He was beginning to feel bad for the action he had taken. He was beginning to feel bad for the steps he had taken. He didn't need that at that moment, and he did know that. There were quite the numbers of things he could just do on his way to the pack. He could use sundry thoughts other than those which had been hurting him. He had no idea how to tuck them in. He was trying as much as possible to ignore. He couldn't help himself. He did want to help himself, but twas simply to no avail. He was trying as much as possible to replace the taunting thoughts with a new and raw and fresh one. He needed a thought which would suit his worry and make him feel very safe and strong. He needed quite the numbers of emotions to feel. But he couldn't help it. He was beginning to regret the fact that he left the
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"How fair enough it is." He was trying as much as possible not to have their eyes meet. He didn't know why. He should be feeling glad that he did work the magic. He should be glad that he did have his way around the odds. He should be glad that he finally ended the Centaurs. But he couldn't feel that at that moment. He felt as though he had been cheated. He was trying as much as possible not to get mad. He was putting his patience in a box and trying to sieve his options. Quite the numbers of ill things might had happened to him if he wasn't or hadn't been smart or something close to that. If he had been reckless, he could had been killed. If he didn't know how to make his way around things,he probably wouldn't be standing their to have a talk with them. He didn't know what to think at that moment. He didn't want to show to them that he was annoyed. He was trying as much as possible not to sh
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"Oh my..." Hadhis end come? That was one of the thousands of questions queuing in his subconsciousness. He was sure that he did have no answer to it. He wasn't obviously to determine whether or not he was yet alive. He needed to know what to do. He couldn't be sure what position that question took in his consciousness. He was only hoping. He couldn't had hoped better. He was thinking that time would make a pull of fate and prune the odds that he had been trying to ignore. He began to think about saving the Nymphs. He actually didn't remember when he did promise to protect them. He had tried to do his best. He couldn't had done it better. He was doing all he could. He didn't know how to go about it. He was trying to be sane. There wasn't much left in his thoughts. There wasn't much thing left for him to think about. He was only hoping that he would have something to look up to. He couldn't had made
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"How long more?" He wasn't sure who that was directed to. He couldn't be sure. His eyes were widening and his legs were lighter than he had ever thought. He was trying to process everything which happened quickly. He couldn't arrive at a sane conclusion. He didn't know how to put up with the new development. He didn't know how to go about the thoughts. He hadn't thought about it that way. He hadn't thought that the Centaurs would come anytime soon. He didn't know what they were there for. He didn't know what urgency pricked their mercies. He couldn't really be sure. He was yet hoping that things would play out well and he would be able to count the odds. He was just hoping that things he did not instigate would be put in their right places. He was not left with an option of course. He was just looking to the development. He was looking to what would happen soonest. He was pulling and sweeping
