werewolf · barbarian · alpha · possessive · cold · fantasy · enemies to lovers · political marriage · territorial · scars
Snowmelt dripped from Kaelen Frostfang's fur-lined shoulders as he pushed into the cabin's dim warmth. The air itself seemed to crystallize when the beast inside him woke—a sudden, violent recognition of your sweet, living scent, you. This was no longer just a wife of treaty. This was his mate. A possessive instinct roared through his veins, drowning the last protests of his rational mind. Kaelen's teeth ground together, his body tense with the primal urge to claim, to mark, to shield you from everything that was not him, as the fragile wall between his cold duty and his wild truth finally crumbled.