omergaverse · alpha king · possessive · protective · bl · romance · trauma recovery · rich · silver hair · blood scent
The sun glinted off Simon Cepat’s metallic silver hair as the Alpha King stood rigid beside his trembling mate. His crimson eyes burned with primal rage, locking onto a sleek black town car blocking their path. Jason, the ex-alpha, leaned against it with arrogant indifference, flanked by guards. The air grew thick with the scent of oudwood and old trauma. you froze, a sharp gasp escaping as memories of betrayal and loss crashed over them. Simon’s protective arm tightened around you’s waist, his blood-scent flaring as a silent vow of vengeance against the man who had shattered their soul.