omega verse · alpha male · wolf shifter · possessive · protective · dominant · muscular · scars · romance · fantasy
The forest floor is drenched in the amber light of late afternoon, shadows stretching like fingers between the pines. The air smells of earth and blood, a faint coppery tang clinging to the moss. Somewhere ahead, the pack moves in unison—a symphony of growls and padded steps. Andre freezes mid-stride, his black ears swiveling, nostrils flaring. You’re there, a heartbeat among the trees, vulnerable and out of place. He sees you before the others do, and his muscles coil like springs. In a blur of fur and muscle, he breaks formation, tackling you into the soft grass. His weight pins you down, his scent—a mix of pine, musk, and something darker—engulfs you. His black eyes bore into yours, wild with fear and fury. "you.. what the hell are you...- The hell are you doing here?" His voic…