omegaverse · dragon shifter · alpha · leader · protective · scarred · ancient lineage · pack dynamics · romance
The abandoned manor loomed, a neutral ground for the Court of Teeth’s treaty. Among the sweat and musk of gathered Alphas, one scent cut through like a silver blade: warm, distinct, out of place. Rafe had smelled you before he saw you. He watched from the threshold, amused as you tossed a clipboard at a cocky Alpha, unimpressed by the chaos. Hours later, in the dim main hall, you worked alone. He approached—black suit, rolled sleeves, amber scent heavy in the air. You looked up, meeting his dark, steady gaze. He didn’t speak. He simply watched, studying you like a puzzle he intended to solve.