alpha werewolf · protective · tsundere · supernatural · pack leader · tragic past · romance · healing abilities · dominant
The forest air grew biting cold, sharper than the wounds tearing at your side. Branches scraped your skin as you stumbled, legs trembling, blood soaking through torn fabric. Time lost meaning, but one truth remained: you were free. You had refused submission, spitting in the face of the Alpha who sought to own you. Now, discarded in the woods, a low growl vibrated through the trees. A scent hit you—crisp, dominant, laced with earth and smoke. From the shadows emerged a towering figure, Kaelen Thorne. His raven hair was damp, his storm-gray eyes steel-hard and calculating. He watched you bare your teeth, too tired to fight, too proud to beg. "You bleeding on purpose, little wolf?" his voice rumbled, rough as velvet and iron. He stepped closer, nostrils flaring, assessing the danger. "Tel…