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I'm the Male Lead, Not Another Love Interest

Synopsis: Demian Maxwell is the Crown Prince to the Grove Kingdom and an alpha. It's his first year at Oakswood Academy and a certain beta has garnered his attention, but why does Ophelia Rosewood keep popping up when he least expects it? Remi Sato is a renowned name in the science community, and this famous herbologist is starting his first year at Oakswood Academy. But this boy has a secret, and lots of them. He is secretly the omega prince, Remington Arlow and a reincarnated soul who just wants to be with his favorite otome game character. Excerpt: Remi looked at him in confusion. Demian saw the moment that Remi realized what he wanted when Remi's face turned a brilliant shade of scarlet, matching his beautiful pink eyes which seemed a tad darker than they were just moments before. "You-" Remi started, his words dying out. Demian pointed to his still open mouth, uncaring of how undignified he looked at the moment. This was something he needed, a peaceful, uncaring day with a beautiful beta to tease to get his mind off the nightmares he had recently been plagued with. Remi chewed on his bottom lip in contemplation. Before Demian could tell Remi that he was only teasing him, Remi picked up a fork and speared a piece of fish on the tines. With a red face, Remi raised the fork up until it was even with Demian's mouth, his hand under the fork to catch the food if it fell. Demian's eyes widened minutely but he refused to pass up the opportunity that was given to him. He leaned forward and took the piece of fish between his teeth, sliding it off the utensil. A rich, nutty flavor with a sweet sugary taste coated his tongue pleasantly. "This is really good," Demian said after swallowing his food. "I'm excited to try other dishes made by you." Remi flushed crimson once again. It was interesting to see such contrasting reactions out of him. One minute, Remi could be daring and confident, and in the next he could be timid and shy. "How about some vegetables this time?" Demian once again opened his mouth. A salty, leafy taste filled his senses this time. The salt wasn't overpowering and it brought out the natural flavors of the mixed vegetables that included asparagus and carrots. Remi lowered the utensils and looked away. "You have two perfectly good hands, feed yourself," he mumbled. The back of his ears and neck were tinged red. *This a teen-fantasy-romance novel set in the omegaverse.*
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Assassinate the Strongest Alpha!

The Werewolf Slayer Guild, known as Last Dawn, receives an urgent request from the nearby city of Pinewood. The citizen’s request is to stop the kidnappings of their people in the middle of the night by the Silvermoon Werewolf Clan. Guild master, Lawrence Wyett, sends the guild’s strongest S-class assassin, Azariah Remy Phoenix, to assassinate the leading Alpha. Azariah is instructed she’ll need to go undercover as a male to seduce the clan’s strongest Alpha, Arcadio Hrodwulf, in order to get close enough to him to take him out, as he is only interested in males. Azariah pledges to complete her mission at all costs or die trying. Will she be able to convince the werewolves that she’s not a female? Can she fulfill her mission without her feelings of hatred turning into love? -------------------------------- “Who are you?” He snarled, gradually stalking toward her. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, “You don’t smell like our kind.” “I am who I am, Alpha,” she confidently stated, hoping he could not see through her disguise. “What was that?” He froze, glaring at her, “I never told you I was the Alpha. Who sent you, boy?” Her body tensed as her heart fell into her stomach. He got up in her face with a dangerous glint in his eyes. She stood her ground, refusing to show weakness, even when he lifted her off the ground by her shirt’s collar. He growled, enraged by the stranger before him. “Answer me if you want to live, boy.”
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