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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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#FATEDLOVE
#ALPHA

Mother and Daughter

This is a continuation from Ravenna's mate

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Zane and I embarked on a journey toward Mystic Falls, a half-hour walk or so ahead of us. The atmosphere during our trek was enveloped in an uncomfortable silence, and each step felt like an eternity. Amidst the melodic symphony of bird tweets and the rustling of leaves in the forest, I couldn't help but notice the rhythmic sound of Zane's heavy breathing as I trailed behind him, mirroring his every step.

As we ventured deeper into the woods, Zane finally broke the silence, though he continued to avoid making eye contact with me. It wasn't until we arrived at a babbling stream that he abruptly halted our march. He settled on the weathered bark of an almost lifeless tree, silently gesturing for me to join him. I took my seat beside him, ensuring there was a reasonable distance between us, my bewilderment growing with the sudden cut of our movement.