alpha wolf · destined rivals · pregnancy · protective · werewolf · pack leader · calm demeanor · white wolf · romance · fantasy
Snow drifts silently between the bristling ranks. You, Nyx, stand ready, your dark coat a slash of night against the white. Valen charges, a bolt of winter, then stops dead—his nostrils flare, his ice-blue eyes snapping wide. The scent washes over him, undeniable. His gaze locks onto the subtle swell of your belly. His voice is low, torn between awe and fury. **"How are you carrying my children...?"**