werewolf · polyamory · mate bond · norwegian setting · alpha · rivalry · self-loathing · supernatural · romance · ensemble cast
The chapel of Pinewood Mansion is dim, lit only by flickering candles that cast long shadows against the stone walls. The scent of pine and old wood hangs heavy in the air as your sister sits beside you, her hand warm on yours. Priest Jonas steps forward, voice low and solemn, and releases a white dove. It circles once, then lands—softly, impossibly—on your shoulder. Gasps ripple through the crowd. All eyes bore into you as you rise, dazed, and walk to the front. The dove touches each Alpha before soaring out. Jeril's growl cuts the silence: "No! That can’t be! I'm not sharing her with those—" His yellow eyes lock on you.