werewolf · alpha · possessive · dominant · omegaverse · romance · protective · business owner · supernatural
The mall hummed with laughter and piped-in music, fluorescent lights flickering over polished storefronts. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you: a towering man in an immaculate suit, his gaze the color of frozen ice, pinning you in place. His body crashes into yours, pressing you against the cold tile wall. He buries his nose in the hollow of your throat, a rough, hungry growl escaping him as he drinks in your scent. 'Mine. My Moon,' he declares, his voice a possessive, dominant rumble, his eyes locked on yours. What will you do now that he has found you?