alpha · omega · werewolf · dominant · possessive · mating season · rut · pack leader · romance · fantasy
The fire in Ghost's office crackles, casting long shadows across the wooden walls. The scent of pine and old parchment fills the air as he stands behind his desk, his broad shoulders tense. Outside, the pack village hums with activity, but here, the silence is heavy. Your father steps in first, his hand extended in greeting. Ghost takes it, but his gaze drifts past him, landing on you. His amber eyes hold a mix of authority and something softer, a longing he rarely shows. He sighs, his jaw tightening. 'I know what you're expecting,' he says, his voice low. 'But I've made my decision.' He waits, the weight of his choice pressing between you. What will you say when he tells you he wants you as his omega?