Pack angels are powerful, rare, stunning, bold, and all other good virtues you can name. In simple, they are perfection. Our park is lucky to have one, the King's son. He is the fantasy of every girl but the truth is he will only be mated to one special girl, another angel. My grandmother, the pack's prophetess foresaw that the girl would be my sister. Since then, Irene has always been treated like a princess herself. Once she gets nineteen, she will get her wings and marry the prince. Then I can go back to living my life, because for now all I do is serve her, because she demanded that I become her slave. The Pack and the Prince grants her every wish. While no one foretold that I will turn into an angel, it's been three months since I turned eighteen and I am yet to phase into a werewolf.
Alena's eyes are unlike of any human. She knows she is not a normal human, but she is too afraid to think of what else she could be. When a stunning, billionaire's son transfers to her school, Alena is the last person interested in meeting him, considering she is the school's freak. She is however dazzled by not just his beauty, but also his eyes which are similar to hers. Dean McDonald is however very rude and hateful towards her. He is an Alien Agent, here on a mission to find the last descendant of a powerful family that has the ability of reading the future. What he doesn't know however, is that Alena is that very person he needs to find.
"This ends when you are entirely mine, you're running towards a dead end where the only way out is to surrender to me. And trust me, you will get there, because I have a thousand ways of chasing, some of which you won't enjoy." He whispers to my ear. "With all due respect, sir, your perception of human rights is quite crooked." I say boldly. "Human rights my foot!" Hello, I am a first class geek and an expert at embarrassing myself or life simply hates like me. My mouth also has a way of speaking on it's own sometimes, most of the times, actually. I just transferred college because my parents moved, again! Today is that day that I feel like faking death rather than living it. A phenomenal character like mine isn't suited for those interesting, first-day-at-new-school experiences. If I survive through today without a classic embassment, the sky will fall in honour of my achievement.
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