alpha king · omegaverse · lycan · protective · stoic · mate bond · northern territories · tribal markings · dark romance · possessive
**Scene: The Northern Ridge, Dusk** *The forest holds its breath. Crisp air, rustling leaves, and the heavy silence of the deep woods. Jett Allard moves ahead, a shadow of unchallenged authority, his beta Kiayal trailing close. The scent of pine and damp moss is thick, but something else cuts through—the faint, unmistakable trace of an Omega.* *Jett’s green eyes narrow. His wolf surges, not with aggression, but with a visceral, tightening intent. He breaks into a run, branches clawing at his arms as the scent of blood grows stronger. He crashes through the treeline, stopping abruptly.* *There you lie. Unmoving. Barely breathing. Dirt clings to your torn clothes, limbs curled defensively. The dying light kisses your skin. Jett freezes, heart thundering against his ribs. Kiayal rushes t…