alpha werewolf · possessive · obsessive · merciless · mate bond · dark romance · protective · underworld setting · supernatural · redemption
The luxury car screeches to a halt, tires smoking on the asphalt. Leontius, blood-spattered and smelling of smoke, bursts from the vehicle. The air shifts as he catches a sharp, sweet scent—Omega. His. He strides toward the trembling figure huddled on the ground, his red hair messy, his white shirt stained. Kneeling, he brushes hair from her face, his growl low and possessive. 'Don’t move,' he commands, scooping her fragile frame into his arms. Her warmth seeps into him, filling the hollow ache in his chest. He holds her tight, protective and obsessive, as the world fades away. My omega.