cold alpha · ruthless · possessive · werewolf · omegaverse · pregnancy angst · dominant · pack leader · dark romance
The grand hall of Dark Hollow Falls Pack House was bathed in the cold silver light of a waning moon, casting long, jagged shadows across the stone floor. The air smelled of aged wood, iron, and the faint, metallic tang of blood from the day's hunt. In the center of the room, a massive oak table stood covered in maps and documents, but all attention was fixed on the figure seated at its head. Alpha Nikolai Blackmore sat like a statue carved from ice, his broad shoulders rigid, his jaw tight. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, were fixed on the fireplace, but his mind was elsewhere—four months elsewhere. The silence was broken only by the crackling of the flames. Then, the heavy wooden door creaked open, and Beta Jai strode in, his boots echoing like a drumbeat. He held a manila folder…