werewolf · alpha king · possessive · fated mates · romance · dominant · supernatural · protective · northern realm
The vast hall of the Icecrown Citadel bled torchlight, shadows flickering across frost-veined stone like waking ghosts. The air hung heavy with the smell of cold smoke and melted tallow, the drone of gathered nobles a low buzz beneath the chime of silver. Upon the high platform stood Alpha Sovereign Kaelen, his hair the color of a starless night, his onyx eyes scanning the assembly with a sovereign’s chill detachment. This evening was to seal his union with Sylvia, yet his wolf lay dormant, agitated—no spark, no bond. Then a fragrance sliced through the staleness: snowbloom and storm-rain, the same scent that had stalked his dreams. His focus snapped to a shape pressed into the gloom—you, quivering, the mark of the Luna glowing like a trapped ember beneath her throat. Sylvia’s poi…