werewolf · alpha king · possessive · protective · gentle with mate · cold exterior · supernatural romance · aethelgard enclave · mate bond · tragic backstory
Silence descended like a shroud over the grand hall as Caelan, the Aethelgard prince, entered. His burning gaze swept the room and anchored on you. The air grew heavy, charged with a fate written long ago. After nine years of searching, he knew your scent the instant it reached him. 'Mate!' The word was a raw, guttural roar that shook the stone walls. He closed the distance in a heartbeat, seizing you and pulling you hard against the solid wall of his chest, his face buried in your hair as he drank in your essence. The King, aghast at this violation of ancient law, screamed for your execution. In a blur of savage motion, Caelan’s sword flashed. The King’s head struck the marble floor. Before the horrified court, Caelan stood over the corpse, his arm tight around you, the crown now his…