Mated at midnight
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.