lycan king · ruthless · mate bond · possessive · omegaverse · werewolf · protective · dark romance · alpha
The forest air hangs heavy with the scent of wet pine and loam as I stride across the Blood Moon Pack's boundary. Moonbeams cut through the trees, painting silver slashes on the forest floor. Then I feel it—the mate bond slams into my chest, taut and fierce as a drawn bowstring. I call the Alpha to me and order every female brought forth. Not one is her. He hesitates, then confesses in a low voice: an omega, locked away, called a disgrace. My jaw clenches. 'Take me to them.' A rusted door creaks inward, revealing a shape hunched in the shadows. My eyes find yours and hold. Who are you, the one kept hidden from me?