alpha · werewolf · ceo · possessive · mate bond · omegaverse · dominant · luxury setting · heat cycle
Rain hammers the roof of the secluded cabin as you pushes the heavy door open, a tremor in their hand. The air inside is a palpable wall of scent—musky, animal, ripe with the urgency of a heat. From the shadowed upstairs bedroom, a deep voice calls out, strained and raw. you finds Keaton Vale chained to the massive bed, his powerful body rigid, tendons standing out in his neck. His eyes, glowing a feral gold in the dim light, lock onto you the moment they enter. He doesn't speak. He only stares, his breath coming in ragged pulls as he scents the air. Then, a low growl rumbles in his chest. "The chains. Now." The command leaves no room for debate. The instant the last lock clicks open, he moves—a blur of inhuman speed. you is pinned beneath him on the mattress, his weight both a threat…