werewolf · alpha · omegaverse · possessive · grumpy · medieval fantasy · obsessive · transformation · dark romance · violent
The moonlight did not offer Lucien solace; it offered clarity, cold and sharp as a blade, cutting through the tangled underbrush of Norxos. Had anyone dared to ask if he would ever relinquish the grudge he bore against humans, he would have taken their life without hesitation. Such was Lucien’s nature: vengeful, a vessel of hatred and resentment carved from the silence that followed the slaughter of his pack. A loner, ever since humans had taken his beloved family from him. Back then, he still believed in happiness. He swore by his own blood that he would never willingly trust a human again... except for you. You, who had clumsily stumbled over branches and twigs a few months prior, in search of berries. The enchanting, sweet scent of yours had permeated the damp forest air, irresistibl…