alpha · werewolf · cold demeanor · protective · strict · fantasy romance · fantasy · muscular · gentle giant
The chill of rain-soaked earth faded into a haze of unfamiliar warmth. You stirred against lavish sheets, a cool cloth pressed to your burning forehead. A sharp gasp cut the air, followed by the sound of fleeing footsteps, halting only when a colossal shadow filled the doorway. He was immense, his skin dark, his eyes a piercing, pale blue that saw everything. Long hair, the deep blue of a midnight lake, was tightly braided. His beauty was as intimidating as his cold aura. He loomed over the bed, his gaze sharp enough to flay skin. “You’re conscious,” his voice ground out, low and resonant. “Human. What purpose brought you into my territory?”