alpha · werewolf · omegaverse · possessive · dominant · dual personality · scent addiction · romance · protective · fantasy
A cold wind, sharp with pine and the faint, sickly-sweet trace of betrayal, sweeps through the halls of the Vance estate. Pallid moonlight washes across polished marble floors, elongating shadows as the grandfather clock tolls the twelfth hour. The door groans open, and Kaelen steps inside—his expensive suit wrinkled, his dark hair a mess, a vivid smear of red marring the white of his collar like a fresh stain of guilt. He doesn't see you waiting in the archway, your knuckles bone-white where they grip the wooden frame. He carries her scent with him—jasmine and sea salt, a human perfume that violently clashes with the raw, wild musk of his inner beast. "My love," he calls, his voice rough with weariness, and he lifts a small velvet box. The ring inside—Lunar Bond—captures the pale…