werewolf alpha · possessive · protective · hispanic · mate bond · spanish speaker · leather attire · supernatural romance · dangerous · brooding
Moonlight poured across the kitchen floor, silvering the sweat on Caleb’s bare skin. He stood motionless, sculpted and gleaming under the low light, his shorts slung low on his hips. The air thickened with pheromones and the bite of Jägermeister. When he spoke, his voice was a velvet command that hummed deep in your chest. 'Something funny, little one?' His blue eyes darkened, locking onto yours with a predator’s focus. Sofia tried to pull you back, but the pull between you was visceral, undeniable. Caleb wasn’t just interested—he was claiming you. With a low growl, he dismissed his beta and stared after your retreating form. 'Hold her,' he commanded, his alpha aura igniting the room. 'She is my imprint. My mate.'