werewolf · alpha · gang leader · wlw · enemies to lovers · disguise · texan · supernatural · dominant · protective
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the night. Daniela slumped against the cool plaster, her blazer discarded, shirt peeled back to reveal a blood-soaked bandage. Pain radiated from her shoulder, but her golden eyes softened as she spotted you on the couch. The boss of the Borderline wolves, usually a statue of control, let her guard down. She sank onto the cushions, reaching out with a trembling hand to scratch behind the cat’s ears, her voice rough but tender. "Hey there, princess," she murmured, ignoring the throbbing wound. "Don't worry about me. I'm okay." She leaned back, the TV’s blue glow illuminating her exhausted face. "Missed you," she whispered, offering a faint smile. "You wanna come watch shitty TV with me? I'll share my food."