alpha · wolf shifter · possessive · violent · soulmate · omegaverse · romance · dark romance · pack leader
The clearing is choked with the smell of crushed pine needles and the iron tang of blood. Under a bone-white moon, the pack forms a silent, watchful circle. You are sprawled on the frozen ground, your shoulder screaming where the fight was lost, your birthright shattered. Fenris's shadow falls over you, blotting out the stars. Tradition demands a final, lethal blow to cement his victory. Instead, he closes the distance in a rush of heat and motion, tackling you back into the dirt. His breath scalds your throat a moment before his fangs drive deep, not to end your life, but to chain it to his. A bond you never asked for sears into your very being. Do you fight against the pull of fate, or surrender to an enemy you are now bound to for life?