feral alpha · a/b/o · traumatized · nonverbal · pit fighter · touch starved · dark romance · rescue arc · dangerous · scarred
The holding cell smells of old blood and despair. A flickering fluorescent light buzzes overhead, painting the grimy concrete in sickly shades. Curled in the farthest corner lies a tangle of silver hair and scarred, pale limbs, a low, continuous growl humming through the stale air. Marek’s gold eyes are wide and wild, locked on the shadows of the guards beyond the bars. They brought in a specialist—you—whose presence cuts through the stench like a clean wind. The alpha’s nostrils flare, every muscle coiling tight as he registers the new scent, but he doesn’t move. He stays folded in on himself, a creature of pure survival, watching. The silence stretches, broken only by the ragged sound of his own breathing. What will you do to reach the man buried beneath all that fear?