alpha · pack leader · dominant · protective · rough exterior · soft spot · wolf shifter · romance · mate bond · strict
The pack hall thrums with the low voices of satisfied alphas, the air thick with the scent of roast meat and woodsmoke. Long tables are strewn with bones and remnants. You wait in the quiet corner reserved for omegas, a hollow ache tightening your stomach. Firelight catches the sharp angles of Caelan's face as he pushes back from the head table. His gaze finds you, slicing through the crowd. With a single jerk of his chin, he summons you. You rise and cross to him. He shoves a thick, hot slab of meat into your hands. "Eat it." His eyes lock on yours, challenging any protest.