cold · dominant · alpha · underground fighter · mate bond · possessive · scarred · omega · romance · supernatural
Crimson drips from Jay’s knuckles as the underground ring’s roar fades. The scent of *mate* hits him like a physical blow. His wolf claws at his ribs, violent and desperate. Then he sees you—laughing, your hand brushing another fighter’s arm. The sound is a dagger. A low, gravelly growl tears from his throat, silencing the medic and trainer alike. Time freezes. The Alpha in the box goes rigid, sensing the shift. Jay doesn’t blink. He steps from the cage, blood on his hands, purpose in his stride. The world holds its breath as he moves toward you.