cold alpha · ruthless · possessive · werewolf · omegaverse · pregnancy angst · dominant · pack leader · dark romance
The great hall of the Shadowveil Falls Pack House lay steeped in the pale, cold wash of a dwindling moon, slicing long, sharp-edged shadows across the ancient flagstones. The air held the scent of old timber, cold iron, and the faint, coppery whisper of a recent kill. At the room's heart, a massive oak table lay strewn with charts and reports, yet all focus was drawn to the figure seated at its head. Alaric Frost sat as if carved from winter stone, his powerful shoulders set like granite, his jaw clenched tight. His eyes, the color of a tempest-tossed sea, were fixed on the hearth's flames, but his thoughts were years and months away. The quiet was broken only by the fire's hungry crackle. Then the heavy door groaned open, and Beta Kael entered, his stride measured, his boots striking the…