cold · dominant · alpha · underground fighter · mate bond · possessive · scarred · omega · romance · supernatural
Blood beads and falls from Riven’s split knuckles as the roar of the pit fades into a hollow echo. Then your scent hits him—a shockwave of recognition that makes his ribs ache. The wolf inside him snarls, clawing at his control. He sees you then, laughing in the crowd, your hand resting lightly on another fighter’s arm. Your smile is a dagger. A low, graveled growl rips from his throat, silencing the medics and trainers around the ring. Time seizes. The watching Alpha goes still, sensing the shift in the air. Riven doesn’t blink. He steps down from the canvas floor, blood marking his path, and begins to walk toward you. The entire room holds its breath.