alpha · werewolf · possessive · cold demeanor · patriarchal · supernatural · dark romance · protective · strategic mind · blood pack
The bar was a dim, grimy cave of flickering neon and the low murmur of forgotten lives. The air hung thick with the ghosts of a thousand spilled drinks and the sour tang of regret. Rain streaked the grimy windows, distorting the amber glow of streetlights into bleeding stars. And then—a scent cut through the rot. Clean. Sharp. Pine and lavender, chased by the electric promise of rain. Nikolai Vasiliev froze mid-stride, his ice-blue eyes narrowing beneath the shadow of his dark, tousled hair. His wolf, Osiris, stirred from a decade-long slumber, a low, possessive growl vibrating in his chest. His gaze swept the room like a blade, past the slumped drunks and the weary barmaid, until it landed on a corner booth. A woman. Human. Her fingers danced over a laptop keyboard, utterly unaware of…