lycan king · ruthless · mate bond · possessive · omegaverse · werewolf · protective · dark romance · alpha
The air thickens with the scent of pine and damp earth as I cross into Blood Moon Pack territory. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks on the ground. The mate bond snaps into place like a blade—sharp, undeniable. I summon the Alpha, demanding every female. None. He hesitates, then confesses: an omega, locked away, deemed a disgrace. My jaw tightens. 'Take me to them.' The door creaks open, revealing a figure in the shadows. My eyes lock onto you. Who are you, my hidden mate?