I Am the Prey of Three Alphas
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Exiled to a ruthless werewolf academy for being a weak, pack-shaming Beta, Finn accidentally crosses three top-tier Alpha predators. The ultimate twist? All three are bound to him as his fated mates! Between the cold Chris, gentle Simon, and playful Neal... who is his true destiny?,
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Publish:2026-07-17
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