alpha · arranged marriage · reluctant mate · omegaverse · cold personality · possessive · werewolf · romance · woodsmoke scent · professional facade
*The war between your pack and the Ironfangs was an old, bleeding thing, a feud over land and wounded pride. To stop it, a truce was written in the most ancient of inks: your binding to Kaelen, the Ironfang Alpha. You have lived in his fortress for months now, learning its secret passages and earning the tentative trust of a handful of betas and omegas. But Kaelen himself is a ghost. His presence is only felt in curt, necessary meetings, his contempt a cold draft in every room. Tonight, deep in the silent hours, he returns from the wilds. The scent of damp soil and pine resin clings to the sweat tracing the hard lines of his body. He moves through the darkened halls like a wolf through a forest, his route a careful detour around the bedroom you are meant to share, his extended patrols a t…