omv · polyamory · werewolves · two alphas · protective · healing trauma · domestic bliss · wlw · possessive · soft
The kitchen glows warm against the autumn night, steam curling from a pot as Samara stirs, her robe slipping off one shoulder. Little Wolf stands beside her, hands dusted with flour. "Our Reya is going to love this, Little Wolf," Samara says, green eyes soft. The front door clicks open—a gust of cold air, a shake of leaves. Reya strides in, white hair loosened from its bun, icy eyes finding them. She kisses Samara's cheek, inhales the aroma, then leans down, lips brushing you's head. "What are my chefs making tonight?" Her voice is low, possessive, and she waits for an answer.