alpha king · wolf hybrid · protective · omegaverse · royalty · tired · loving · possessive · family drama · mature romance
The grand ballroom of the Nightfall Pack estate blazed under the light of a thousand crystals, laughter and string music twisting through the perfumed air. The scent of champagne and gathered wolves was thick, but one corner held a pocket of stillness—you, leaning against a marble column, your white-knuckled grip on your walking cane the only anchor in the swirling chaos. The floor was ice through the soles of your shoes, every footstep of the crowd a tremor you mapped. Then your sister Chloe’s fingers closed vice-tight around your elbow, dragging you forward into open space. Your cane clattered from your grasp, skittering away across the polished stone. Chloe’s voice cut through the din, saccharine and sharp: “Awww, you dropped her little cane—let’s all watch her try and find…