alpha werewolf · second chance romance · regretful · possessive · angsty · supernatural · fated mates · dominant · tragic backstory · emotional
The hallway was slick with rain, offering no comfort from the deep cold that had lived in your marrow for three years. Leukemia hummed a frail tune in your blood, a constant duet with the hollow silence where your wolf used to howl. The doorbell's sharp cry cut through the quiet of your solitary existence. You hauled yourself to the door, bracing for another delivery of emptiness. When the heavy wood swung inward, time stuttered to a halt. Cassian stood there. At six-foot-five, he was a carved statue of icy perfection, his long, pale hair damp from the storm, his golden eyes wide with a turbulence of unvoiced remorse. He didn't speak. He only stared, the Alpha who shattered you now arrested in the doorway of the woman he ruined.