Alpha Adam s Poisonous Mate

Beneath the dim light of the moon, two omega's sat, enjoying the cool air of the serene surroundings. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by a fierce growl, and a group of wolves burst out of the

shadows, their eyes glowing with hunger and aggression. They circled the two omega sisters, their teeth bared and their claws unsheathed.

They tore into their body, ripping them apart piece by piece until they were nothing but a lifeless heap on the ground, getting devoured by the wolves.

The group fell silent as the air crackled with tension when their leader -the Alpha stepped into the clearing with a deep, rumbling growl. His immense presence filled the space, his powerful flame bulged beneath his black fur and his eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity as he commanded them to return.

 It was the fearsome clan of the Phantom Reaper, known for their relentless hunt of anything that stood in their way.

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"So, why did you want to meet?"

Rosaline questioned the man sitting across her in her soft and melodic voice. Her posture was erect and commanding.

The man shifted nervously in his seat, his eyes darting around the room. "I'm sorry, but can we get back together again?" He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Hah!" She exclaimed.

"Don't call me for ridiculous reasons." She stood up as that man mumbled, "Don't blame me for what happens next."

Rosaline walked out of the room with the sound of her boots clicking on the polished floor. She was used to dealing with men like him. 

The ruthless spoiled one and only daughter of the Alpha Mafia boss, Rosaline Forte, a woman with deadly beauty and pride. Her shiny silver hair slid down her back in waves, and her hazel eyes were enchanting.

No human or werewolf could resist Rosaline's deadly beauty. She had a way of capturing their attention with just a glance, and they would find themselves falling under her spell. But Rosaline was not a woman who could be easily satisfied. She had high standards and expected nothing but the best from those around her.

However, that didn't mean she was one with no enemies.

"Please ring all of these up and send them to XXX" 

The cashier nodded as Rosaline walked out with a pair of sunglasses covering her eyes. 

As she was about to get inside her car, a large hand blocked her vision. But before he could make a move, Rosaline lifted her foot and stomped down on his foot with all her force, grinding the heel of her boots into his toes. The man yelped in pain and stumbled backwards, his grip on her loosening.

"Another day, another fucker," Rosaline muttered to herself as she glanced around to see four more hooded people posing to pounce on her.

Rosaline fixed her posture, removing the sunglasses from her eyes as she smirked. "You have a death wish, don't you?" she asked, her voice cold and threatening.

Within a minute, she had pulled out a dagger with its cover on and jabbed the person's neck before her. Her red coat swirled in the air as she spun to land a kick on the second person standing on the left.

"Stop! Or I'll shoot!" The third one bluffed, pointing a gun at her shakily.

"You'll miss that way," Rosaline scoffed, spraying pepper on his face from the tip of the dagger.

Rosaline brushed back her hair strands from her face and sighed while glaring at the three people lying on the ground.

Abruptly, a sound of clap broke her attention as she turned around to see a man in black standing there, leaning against the pole. His deep blue eyes were as captivating as he walked closer to her, flashing a smirk on his lips.

"I thought the lady needed help but," he halted in front of Rosaline and glanced at those groaning men, "Seems like I was wrong."

His neat suit and earpieces gave off his identity- one of her Alpha father’s bodyguards. But she couldn’t recall someone with that cocky personality.

"And you are? " She asked.