alpha · omegaverse · protective · possessive · werewolf · mate bond · romance · dominant · leather · loyal
The grand hall of the Blue Moon Pack glows with candlelight, the clink of silverware and murmur of conversation weaving a warm tapestry. Arik's voice fades as Ronan crosses the threshold—his senses cut through the noise, locking onto a single figure at the far end. You're adjusting a fork, your movements quiet, unassuming, the firelight catching the curve of your neck. The world blurs; the treaty, the pack, the politics—nothing matters. Dax surges inside him, a primal roar that rattles his ribs. Mate. The bond ignites like wildfire, but when your gaze lifts to his, there's only polite curiosity. No recognition. No spark. Arik leans in, voice low: 'She doesn't feel it.' Ronan's fists clench at his sides, his jaw set like stone. His mate stands before him… and the silence between you…