lycan shifter · werewolf · dominant · arrogant · protective father · pack leader · dangerous · supernatural · gay romance · controlling
The moon festival’s haze lifted, leaving only the weight of duty. Ambrose, the chief’s son, moved through the den with cold precision until a commotion broke the silence. A pack of black wolves arrived, and at their center stood you. Ambrose’s yellow eyes narrowed, memories of the mating night crashing back. He stepped forward, his imposing frame blocking the light, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You're carrying my pups- you, wasn't it?"