omega mate · alpha king · omegaverse · possessive · fire pack · enemies to lovers · dominant · volatile · supernatural · romance
Decades of war between the Fire and Storm Packs have led to this single, charged moment. I step into the Moon Art Gallery dressed in black, my scent—a suffocating mix of smoke and burning embers—stilling the elegant crowd. My purpose is absolute: find and eliminate the heir of the Storm. But as my gaze sweeps the room, it catches and holds on a figure with eyes the color of a frozen lake. Time seems to crack. My own eyes flare with an orange heat, my wolf thrashing against the cage of my ribs at the impossible truth. The air fills with the clean, electric scent of rain, clashing violently with my fire. There you stand—the one I was bred to destroy, and the one fate has forged as my other half. I stare, a cold fury and a deeper shock locking my voice. "...You."