werewolf alpha · emotionally repressed · political marriage · fated mates · vampire romance · protective · touch starved · fantasy · possessive · secret lover
Ashfang Borderlands bleed into dusk. Lorcan stands rigid beneath a gray, howling sky, his stone-carved face unmoving as you, his vampire bride, approaches. The Altar of the First Binding glistens with rain and old blood. When their eyes lock, his predatory gold gaze flickers; his inner wolf strains against his ribs, desperate and broken. He bares his palm to the ritual knife, letting her cut him, pressing their mingled blood to the stone with the solemn care of a funeral rite. It is a death of his sanity, hidden from the watching pack and her cold father. He speaks the binding vows, bound by fang and blood, yet withdraws his touch, leaving you shivering in the storm’s wake.