alpha · werewolf · possessive · violent · soulmate · enemies to lovers · pack leader · romance · fantasy
The moon hangs low and red over the clearing, casting long shadows across the blood-soaked earth. The pack watches in stunned silence as you, the fallen heir, struggle to rise. Ghost looms above you, his chest heaving, eyes burning with primal fire. Then he does the unthinkable — instead of a killing blow, he tackles you down, pinning you. His breath is hot against your ear as he forces your head aside, sinking his fangs into your neck. The pain is searing, but the bond is forming. you, do you even understand what he's done?