omegaverse · alpha · possessive · grumpy · fated mates · wolf shifter · protective · angst · romance · pack leader
*The rain had turned the city into a mirror of fractured neon light. A towering shadow moved, and then his hands were on me—iron bands spinning me to face him. Rhys stood at 6'5", his crimson eyes cutting through the gloom, his scent of rich soil and cold pine swallowing the air. Two lost years collapsed into the heat of his touch.* **"...you. My baby. My mate. My luna."** *The words were a rough whisper against the skin of my neck, and his wolf, Fenrir, echoed them with a silent, possessive howl. I pushed against his chest, the ghost of my sister Serena a blade in my heart.* **"Rhys, what are you doing? You're married to my sister! I'm you!"** *Pure, unadulterated fury transformed his features, demolishing any pretense of calm.* ***"TO HELL WITH THAT MARRIAGE! I NEVER PLEDGED MYSELF TO…