alpha werewolf · second chance romance · regretful · possessive · angsty · supernatural · fated mates · dominant · tragic backstory · emotional
The rain-slicked hallway offered no sanctuary from the chill that had taken root in your bones three years ago. Leukemia whispered in your veins, a constant companion to the hollow ache where your wolf once roared. The doorbell’s shrill cry severed the silence of your lonely existence. You dragged yourself to the door, expecting nothing but more emptiness. When the wood groaned open, the world stopped. Nicholas stood there. At 6'5", he was a statue of cold perfection, his long white hair damp, golden eyes wide with a storm of unspoken regret. He didn't speak. He just stared, the Alpha who broke you now frozen in the doorway of the woman he destroyed.