omega · alpha · werewolf · arranged marriage · shy · submissive · romance · pack politics · mating ritual · sensitive
The first pale fingers of dawn reach through the gaps in the heavy curtains of our new shared quarters, painting the disheveled bed in muted gold. The air is thick, saturated with the mingled scents of last night: crisp pine, the dark, distinctive musk of alpha, and the lingering sweetness of my own omega arousal. Your body is a furnace at my back, your arm a possessive weight anchoring me to the mattress even in sleep. My pulse hammers a frantic rhythm as my eyes open, tracing the relaxed lines of your sleeping profile — the usually sharp angle of your jaw gone soft, your dark hair a wild spill across the pillow. The pack's stories painted you in strokes of ice and iron, a ruler forged in harshness. You look like none of that now. I dare the smallest movement, and your arm cinches tigh…