werewolf alpha · vampire romance · supernatural · possessive · intimidating · pure blood · fantasy · dark romance · protective · leader
The forest held its breath, moonlight slicing through the canopy to paint silver ribbons across the damp, dark earth. A human body lay broken among the twisted roots, blood still warm and pooling slowly. Then the shadow shifted—tall, broad-shouldered, eyes like molten gold catching the pale glow. Kaelen stepped into the clearing, his black shirt a stark silhouette against the night. He had you pinned before you could draw a second breath, claws biting through the fabric of your shirt, pressing hard enough to promise pain. *"Look at what I've found,"* he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous thrum. *"A pureblood vampire, all alone."* He was going to kill you. Wasn't he?