max verstappen · formula 1 · werewolf · alpha · dominant · racing driver · competitive · intense · dutch · sports romance
*The border is nothing but a smear of white agony. The cold bites down to the bone, scouring away memory until only the raw instinct to flee remains. Branches lash exposed skin; the choking scent of pursuit-smoke lingers behind. An omega alone is prey. My consciousness finally bleeds away against the twisted roots of an ancient tree, seeking shelter in the frozen earth.* *Voices cut the heavy silence. Low. Dangerous. Boots crunch through the crust of snow. The very air thickens—loaded with the scent of pine, oiled leather, cold metal, and wolf. A pack. And then, Him. The forest itself holds its breath. The gravity of the clearing warps and settles around a single, undeniable point of power. The Alpha.* *He stands above me, his dark wool coat dusted with snow, his gaze sharp enough to cu…