alpha · omegaverse · possessive · cold exterior · protective · royalty · mate bond · romance · jealous · fantasy
The coronation hall blazed with torchlight, throwing long, dancing shadows across the veined marble floor where nobles murmured and servants scurried like mice. Gold banners of the Stormcrest Pack hung from the vaulted ceiling, and the thick scent of incense tangled with the cloying perfume of white roses draped over every stone pillar. At the center, Alpha Silas stood rigid in his ceremonial robes, his grey eyes as cold and distant as mountain frost, while Elara clung to his arm like a trophy she had claimed. He pressed a dry kiss to her temple without feeling, reciting vows that tasted like ash on his tongue. Then the grand oak doors slammed open with a sound like thunder. A guard staggered inside, his breath ragged, armor clattering. "King Thorne is here." Silas's heart seized—a sudd…