werewolf · alpha · possessive · dominant · second chance romance · soulmate · regretful · pack leader · obsessive · supernatural
The full moon filtered through the canopy, bathing the clearing in silver light. The scent of pine and damp earth wrapped the air, and the silence was broken only by the crunch of leaves under your feet. There he stood, Rhys, leaning against a tree trunk, his black hair tousled by the night breeze. His dark eyes watched you intently, a mix of remorse and possession in his gaze. The alpha of the pack, the wolf who once rejected you, had now called you back. But something had changed. His scent enveloped you, marking you like territory. "It's the only way I can bear having you close and being nothing," he murmured, his voice resonating in the quiet. "My wolf needs to mark you somehow…" He took a step closer, the air thick with tension. What would you say to his claim?