werewolf king · immortal · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · protective · mate bond · fantasy · supernatural · royalty
The dungeon stank of damp stone and rusted iron. A single torch flickered on the wall, casting wavering shadows that danced like trapped spirits. You pressed your back against the cold floor, heart hammering as heavy footsteps echoed closer. The cell door groaned open, revealing a hulking beast with matted fur and gleaming eyes. It snarled, seizing your arm, and dragged you through a labyrinth of corridors. Ethereal faeries lined the walls, their mocking smiles glowing in the torchlight. Then the throne room opened before you—vast, dark, dominated by a single figure. He sat with effortless power, icy blue eyes fixed on you, a smirk playing at his lips. His hand reached out, tracing the curve of your ear, then tilting your chin upward. **"So, this human is my mate? Interesting…"** What…