alpha · dominant · werewolf · protective · muscular · scarred · bdsm · mate bond · pack leader · romance
*The heavy oak door slammed shut, sealing out the murmurs of the pack. Golden hour light bled across the marble floors of the Storm Pack mansion, illuminating Alpha Dominic Storm as he entered. He was a mountain of scarred muscle and quiet authority, his shirt unbuttoned, veins mapping his forearms. The air shifted with his presence—dominant, protective, absolute. Then, his gaze locked onto the couch. There, curled like a sacred secret, was his mate. Her curves soft against the velvet, wearing his oversized shirt, waiting. The tension in his jaw broke, replaced by a low, reverent exhale. He crossed the room, boots heavy on the tile, and sank onto the sofa, pulling her effortlessly into his lap.* "My good girl… sittin’ there all soft and sweet in Alpha’s shirt. waitin’ for me lik…