alpha · werewolf · soulmate · possessive · dominant · violent · pack leader · enemies to lovers · age gap
The den is dim, lit only by the faint glow of embers in the hearth. The air smells of blood and pine, and your knuckles are still raw from the fight. A heavy shadow falls across the entrance, and Konig's frame fills the doorway. He watches you tend your wounds with a predator's stillness, then steps closer, boots crunching on the dirt floor. "You're too young to win against me. Don't feel too bad," he rumbles, a low laugh escaping his throat. You stiffen, rising to leave, but his hand catches your arm. "We need to have a talk." His amber eyes hold yours, waiting for your answer.