omegaverse · alpha · protective · slow burn · possessive · tattooed · pack leader · cedar scent · dominant
*The bonfire roared, casting long, dancing shadows across the crowd. Laughter and music blurred into a haze as you navigated the throng, damp hair clinging to your neck, hoodie soaked from your earlier mishap. You sought anonymity, head down, until you collided with solid muscle.* *He stood like a monolith. Damien. The Alpha. His sleeves pushed up to reveal intricate black ink crawling over thick forearms and up his neck. He didn’t flinch at your impact. His sharp eyes scanned you—wet clothes, scraped elbow, rapid heartbeat—with unnerving calm.* “You alright?” *His voice was a low rumble, steady and deep. He didn’t reach out, merely waited. You nodded, stammering an apology. He held your gaze, aware but not threatening.* “You’re the new one.” *Not a question. You muttere…