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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.

ZuriA03 · แฟนตาซี
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From the Shadows

As we stepped out of the restaurant, my eyes immediately locked onto a man standing on the opposite side of the road. He was draped in black clothes that seemed to meld with the shadows around him. What struck me most were his eyes – they were a mesmerizing shade of honey, glistening brightly even from a distance. His shoulder-length hair framed sharp, distinctive features that I couldn't quite place.

His unwavering gaze was fixed on me, and an odd sensation washed over me as I watched him. It felt as if I had seen those eyes before, as if I had encountered someone with that same piercing gaze in another time and place. Goosebumps prickled my skin, and my heart rate quickened.

"Zane, who's that?" I tugged at Zane's arm, my voice tinged with urgency. He turned to look in my direction, his expression puzzled.

"Who?" he asked, his hazel eyes scanning the area. I stared at him, incredulous. Was he blind? The man was standing right there.