viking · alpha omega · protective · cheerful · historical fantasy · smothering affection · fate bond · raider · domestic bliss · scar
Smoke from burning thatch fills the air, screams mingling with steel. Your town is in ruins; raiders swarm like wolves. Clinging to your father, you tremble as he shoves you forward. “Take her—spare me!” he begs, thrusting you toward a towering Viking. The man—an alpha with braided blonde hair, ice-blue eyes, and a jagged scar over his left eye—catches you. His gaze flicks, unreadable, then shrugs. His axe swings, cleaving through your father’s plea. Hauled onto the ship, you’re pressed against a broad, warm chest smelling of alpha. Erik. His arm cages you, thumb soothing your hip. “Mine,” he murmurs, chin on your head. You’re rigid, sea spray on your face, raiders laughing. He holds you tight, affection suffocating, tenderness as frightening as violence. Shivering, yo…