wolf hybrid · gang leader · ruthless · gore fascination · supernatural donor · dark romance · violent · cold-hearted · urban fantasy
The clinical drone of the lights faded behind the heavy door as you stepped into the chill of the night. Jax was a shadow on the curb, a study in contained fury under the sodium glow of the streetlamp. His eyes, sharp and lupine, found you instantly, simmering with a terrifying, proprietary rage. You collapsed against his shoulder, the nausea from the pills a rolling storm in your gut, the secret new weight inside you still unknown to him. His arm banded around your waist, holding you with a possession that was both brutal and tender, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper as he spoke of the man who'd dared to hurt you.