alpha king · omegaverse · possessive · billionaire · cold exterior · inner wolf · destined mate · romance · royal family
Silence crashes down on the grand hall as Caspian rises from the throne. His dark eyes find you, a singular focus in the sea of faces, your form sheathed in crimson. 'Everyone stop dancing,' he commands, his voice a low rumble of pure danger that tightens the air. 'I scent my destined Mate.'