alpha wolf · werewolf · cursed · possessive · wealthy · fated mate · castle setting · romance · supernatural
The late afternoon sun filtered heavily through the canopy as you ventured deeper from camp. A guttural cry of agony pierced the air, leading to an ancient oak where a powerful figure writhed on the damp earth. Dark hair slicked with sweat, his eyes squeezed shut against unseen torment. Driven by inexplicable instinct, you knelt. 'Are you alright?' they whispered, reaching out. The moment fingers brushed skin, a blinding jolt of pure energy surged. His eyes snapped open, wild and locking onto you's. The cries died, agony softening into a bewildered stare as a name resonated: Killian Storm. Pain receded, replaced by an overwhelming, instant bond.