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Jayden

I tore down the street, lungs burning like they were laced with acid, legs jelly-soft but somehow still moving. Fast. Faster. But not fast enough.They were behind me again.I could hear them—heavy boots pounding against wet pavement, splashing through puddles, voices sharp and brutal cutting through the night air.“There! He went left!”“Don’t let him get away!”Three of them this time. I recognized the one with the buzz cut in a black leather jacket. He always seemed to be there. He looked like he belonged on the cover of some edgy fashion magazine, all chiseled jaw and too much cologne. But hot or not, he was still trying to ruin my life.Why me? Why always me?My name is Jayden Hart. I’m twenty-two years old. No parents. No family. No idea who I even really am. I’ve lived in Nocturne City since I was born—or at least, that’s what I assume. I don’t have any memories before I was five. That’s where everything starts for me. A blank slate before that. No birthdays, no bedtime stories
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Jayden

The dreams always started the same.The sound of wolves. Snarling. Chasing. My feet pounding through the mud as branches whipped past my face. Breath ragged. Heart screaming.And always—always—I looked back.Wrong move.Because that’s when I’d see them.Eyes glowing like coals in a furnace. Men that didn’t move like men. Tall, fast, shadows with teeth. Cloaked in darkness, voices like gravel and thunder. Sometimes they'd call my name. Sometimes they didn’t need to. I knew they were coming for me.I always woke up the same way too—choking on my breath, drenched in sweat, ribs tight like something inside me was about to split open.Tonight was worse.My skin burned.Not from the dream, but something deeper. Hot. Crawling. Like I was on fire from the inside out. Like every nerve had turned traitor and decided to riot.I kicked off the blanket tangled around my legs and I pulled off my hoodie, gasping like I was drowning on dry land.My skin was flushed. Sensitive. The air itself felt wro
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Zane

I don’t sleep. I haven’t in years. The insomniac Alpha. I’ve been called worse, but none of the labels really bother me anymore. They’re all meaningless. My name is Zane Ryker, and the night—my night—belongs to me. When you live as long as I have, you learn that sleep is just a weakness, a necessity of the young, the mortal. I’m neither. I’m an Alpha—three hundred years old, and I’ve conquered everything I’ve ever set my eyes on. But sleep, sleep eludes me, just as the last fragments of my humanity do.The city below me is nothing but a sea of lights, shadows, and meaningless noise. The low hum of Lunaris, my kingdom in the heart of Nocturne City, reverberates through my bones as I sit in my office, overlooking it all. The music, the laughter, the subtle thrill of desperation and pleasure—it’s all in my control. I own the night. I own this city. No one dares to challenge me, and those who try? Well, they learn the hard way why I’ve remained untouchable for centuries.I stand by the wi
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Jayden

“Who did this to you?”His voice wasn’t loud, but it echoed in the room like a damn thunderclap.I froze. My fingers were still bunched in the hem of my hoodie, back exposed, breath caught halfway between panic and disbelief. I’d shown the mark—whatever that was—but Zane wasn’t even looking at that anymore. His eyes had gone up to my shoulders.“I—” I swallowed. “It’s nothing. Just a scratch.”That was a lie. We all knew it.Zane stepped forward and, no joke, the room shifted. Like gravity had decided it belonged to him now. He didn’t growl, didn’t bark commands, but his presence alone made my knees lock and my lungs stutter.Lucien, the second guy—the beta, I guess—didn’t say a word. He was leaned back, watching like someone used to watching storms roll in.Zane reached out, slow, almost cautious. I thought he’d grab my arm or maybe yank the hoodie the rest of the way up. Instead, his fingers brushed against the edge of the wound.“Can I?” he asked, tone low.I gave a tiny nod. Hones
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