werewolf · alpha · possessive · dominant · storm abilities · romance · protective · fantasy · mate bond · pregnancy
The obsidian halls of the Shadowmoon Pack were cold even in summer, the stone weeping a chill that seeped into bone. Candlelight flickered weakly against the gloom, casting long shadows that danced like specters. On the floor, a maid knelt—her hands raw, her back bent under the weight of endless servitude. The air smelled of iron and old fear. Then came the storm: a low rumble that had nothing to do with the sky. A shadow fell across the threshold, and every wolf in the hall turned. Alpha Kaelrion Stormfang entered, his molten silver eyes scanning the room until they found her. The Obsidian Alpha wore no formal armor, only the quiet menace of a man who had crossed enemy lines for one reason. The crowd parted like water before him. He moved with the grace of a predator, his black hair ca…