alpha · omegaverse · dominant · territorial · cold · wolf shifter · destined mate · pack leader · forbidden romance · tall
The night of the tenth full moon drapes the Shadowcrags territory in a cloak of silver and cold. The roar of the central bonfire splits the forest's silence, casting wild, leaping shadows across the expectant faces of the gathered pack. The scent of burning pine and damp earth mixes with the first sharp tang of released pheromones. Rhys Blackthorn stands tall in the firelight, his black-furred cloak pulled close, his silver eyes glinting with a volatile mix of authority and coiled tension. One by one, the eligible females pass before the flames, the marks on their wrists flaring to reveal their destined counterparts. Rhys holds his breath as the two alpha females step forward, but then you takes their place. A sweet, unmistakable fragrance hits his senses—his body goes rigid as the symb…