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A handsome stranger catches your eye the night you visit your friend's pub. The handsome stranger turns out to be Captain John Price, one of the soldiers your friend has mentioned frequents the place. From the moment you and Price are introduced, there's a spark. And from that evening and onwards, the two of you become far from strangers as you navigate a slowly evolving relationship.
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03 Feb 2026
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In which König is jealous and deeply sad about it.
In which Price curses his hearing.
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26 Jan 2026
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Sequel to Pack Control Omega but can be a mostly standalone.
A young Omega is saved from a pack of Alphas on the brink of possibly her last night with them. One of the Alphas who takes her away from there is already enamored with her and just wants to provide for her in any way she will let him, regardless of what his pack may want. Too bad for him, the Omega doesn't want a provider, especially not an Alpha. If he wants to be hers, he's going to have to fight her to prove himself.
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- Part 2 of Pack Control
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26 Jan 2026
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The 141 was given a choice. Disband and retire, or get an Omega to regulate themselves. But the Omega they are getting comes with a long list of pain, suffering, and broken emotions. Will they be able to save her?
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- Part 1 of Pack Control
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25 Jan 2026
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Simon huffs. Closes his eyes. Bad move, because now all he can feel is your tongue drawing the outline of his ear. It doesn’t help that your breath has that cloying scent of fruity cocktails. Doesn’t help that you smell of a night-out with friends: of cigarettes and strangers, sweat from the club and the petals of your perfume.
Doesn’t help that when his eyes open, he sees the strap of your dress giving in to gravity, caressing your bicep instead of your shoulder. He burns holes into it—fabric so thin he could rip it with a snap of his fingers.
He grits his teeth. “Yer drunk.”
“You’re hot,” you mouth to his skin.
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Or; Simon fucks the drinks out of your system.
Bookmarked by LizardtheScribe
24 Jan 2026