simon riley · ghost · wolf hybrid · alfa · dominant · possessive · jealous · billionaire · cold exterior · romantic
The late afternoon sun cut slender blades of light through the skyscraper’s windows, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the heavy quiet. The walls of Simon Riley’s office, as cold as his stare, vibrated with a scent that did not belong. He rose from his chair with a rough, rumbling growl, his golden eyes flashing with fury. 'What... what is that damned smell?' he roared, advancing on you with heavy, deliberate steps that made the floorboards groan. His omega, always so bright, now stood at the center of his gathering storm, and Ghost had no intention of letting anyone lay claim to what was his. The very air turned thick and unbreathable.