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Runaway Unatha

"You," He repeated, his breath coming out rather heavily as he took a step closer to me. In that moment, it was as if my body was on the verge of erupting into flames. To have him near me was to feel the pull of desire, an overwhelming need to touch him, to let my fingers dance across his face, and to surrender to the promise of all the things he could do to me. His eyes stared deeply, probing as if attempting to unearth every dark secret I had ever hidden throughout my life. Within his gaze, there were two emotions locked in a fierce battle for control: desire and disgust. As he opened his mouth to speak, his eyes were filled with hatred. "You don't have a wolf." ~ In the wolf pack of Nightfang, where power and privilege reigned supreme, Unatha was an anomaly. A girl without a wolf, she had been rejected by her so-called mate and left to navigate the treacherous and dangerous world on her. But destiny had other plans. In a twist of fate, Unatha discovered that her heart was meant for another, not just any other, but the Alpha King, a powerful Lycan whose authority was unchallenged. As the secrets of her true lineage unraveled, Unatha found herself at the center of a supernatural world far more complex than she could have ever imagined. As she delved deeper into this hidden realm, Unatha unearthed ancient rivalries, unearthly powers, and a love she never thought possible. But in this perilous journey, not all were allies, and not all were what they seemed.

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64 Chs

Slaughter

Zane's POV

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Anger is a wildfire raging within, an inferno of heated emotions consuming reason and restraint. It starts as a flicker, a spark of irritation, and then intensifies into a roaring blaze that engulfs your thoughts and actions. It's a surge of adrenaline, a rush of blood to the head, a pounding heart. It tightens your chest, clenches your jaw, and tenses your muscles. It's a tempest of frustration, resentment, and indignation, threatening to breach the levees of composure.

And that was what I burned with as soon as I set my eyes on the man. 

I didn't remember his name, no, but I remembered his pale and unnatural features to a fault. I remembered how he had broken my legs and shoved me aside as he descended on my sister first, and then my mother, their shrieks loud enough to rip my eardrums.