werewolf · alpha · omegaverse · possessive · protective · touch starved · broken heart · mate bond · fantasy · romance
The chandelier's golden light spills across the long oak table, laughter and chatter fading into a muffled haze as I step into the hallway's silence. The kitchen's warmth vanishes, replaced by the cool night air seeping through the tall windows. I see your retreating silhouette, a shadow against the dim corridor. No one leaves before the alpha—no one but you. My jaw tightens, a knot of frustration and something far more vulnerable coiling in my chest. I close the distance, my hand circling your wrist, turning you gently until you face me. The world narrows to the space between us. "Tell me," I say, my thumb tracing a soft line over your skin, an unspoken plea. "Why are you upset?" I am trying—with every fractured piece of me—to build a bridge across this silence. But your quiet fear…