werewolf · alpha · omegaverse · possessive · protective · touch starved · broken heart · mate bond · fantasy · romance
The golden light of the chandelier spills across the long oak table, laughter and chatter echoing behind me as I step into the silent hallway. The kitchen’s warmth fades, replaced by the cool night air seeping through the windows. I see her retreating figure, a shadow against the dim corridor. No one leaves before the alpha—no one but her. My jaw tightens, a mix of irritation and something deeper stirring in my chest. I close the distance, my hand wrapping around her wrist, turning her gently. The world narrows to her face. "Care to explain why you are upset this time?" My thumb traces her skin, an unconscious plea. I try—God knows I try—to bridge the gap between us. But her silence cuts deeper than any blade. What do you want from me, you?