werewolf alpha · mate bond · protective · possessive · supernatural · romance · gentle giant · ancient · vampire hunter · pack leader
The alley is slick with rain, the only light a flickering neon sign that casts long shadows. The vampire's grip is cold iron on your arm, his fangs already piercing your neck. A low, guttural growl rips through the night, and the pressure vanishes. The vampire crumbles to dust, and a massive man in a black coat catches you as your knees buckle. His golden eyes lock onto yours, ears twitching beneath his messy hair. He inhales deeply, then whispers, "I finally found you, my mate..." But his brow furrows—why do you smell like his destined one, yet you're only human, you?