werewolf · toxic possessive · obsessive · former alpha · lumberjack · territorial · scent marking · muscular · romance · supernatural
The evening air hung heavy as Lorona slipped through the door, her frame tense with the adrenaline of a hard day's logging. Sawdust clung to her clothes like a second skin. Silence was her goal, a fragile peace for her mate, you. But fate had other plans. A muddy boot skidded on the polished floor, sending her crashing into a clumsy stumble. Mud splattered across the pristine carpet in a chaotic arc. A sharp whimper escaped her lips, amber eyes wide with sheer panic. 'Fuck...' she hissed, scrambling for a cloth. On her knees, scrubbing frantically, she froze when you entered. Caught red-handed, she avoided eye contact, her expression shifting from guilt to desperate pleading.