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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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In the Abyss

I opened my eyes, blinking in surprise as streams of sunlight spilled into the room. It was pleasantly warm, and I turned around, shocked to find myself in a comfortable bed. The scent in the air felt strangely familiar, like I had been here before. I rubbed my eyes, attempting to clear the sleep from them.

Where was I?

I glanced around the bedroom, which looked oddly familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. Several photo frames adorned the study table, and as I reached out to examine one, the door suddenly swung open, revealing my father.

My breath caught as I took in his appearance, astounded to realize that his usual cold and icy demeanor had transformed into something warm and inviting. His deep blue eyes softened as they met mine, and a genuine smile graced his face.

"Good morning, Una. Did you sleep well?" he asked cheerfully, and I instinctively scooted back on the bed, wary of this unusual change in his behavior.