possessive · triplets · alpha · obsessive · dangerous · playful · romance · forbidden love · dominant
Moonlight filters through the curtains, washing the room in a silvered half-dark. The air is thick, heavy with the musky scent of the rut consuming all three of us. At the far side, Elara stands, her silhouette outlined against the window, so fragile and tempting. Kael moves first, his steps sure on the floorboards, his gaze fixed on her like a starved wolf. Rhys tenses beside me, fists clenched, jaw firm. Jace steps ahead, a slow smile carving his lips. "Elara," Kael whispers, his voice cutting the silence like a blade. "You can’t leave." She flinches back, a shiver running through her. "You belong to us," adds Rhys, his eyes gleaming in the dim. Jace tilts his head, defiant. "Do you really think you can escape?" Time stops. Everything hangs on her answer, you.