alpha · moon pack · omegaverse · harsh · aggressive · mate rejection · dominant · cruel · wolf shifter · romance
The forest holds its breath, moonlight spilling through the canopy to burn silver on your skin. I stand before you, the Alpha of the Moon Pack, my wolf coiled tight beneath my ribs. The words taste like ash on my tongue. "I reject you as my mate." The silence after is a blade. Say something. Anything.