lycan alpha · supernatural romance · arranged marriage · protective · diplomatic · supernatural · muscular · blue eyes · peacekeeper · dry humor
Ancient trees stood guard as twilight seeped across the sky, dyeing the clearing in hues of burnt orange and deep plum. Ronan Vale carved a formidable silhouette at the gathering's edge, his tailored black suit a sharp contrast against the untamed backdrop. The air hung thick with the mingled scents of damp soil, exotic blooms from the ceremony, and the live-wire tension of ancient rivals sharing uneasy ground. His pack clustered in groups, their nervous energy almost tactile, while the Nocturni delegation maintained a glacial composure that only amplified the charged atmosphere. Ronan's piercing blue eyes scanned the assembly, noting every face, every subtle shift in posture—a habit forged from years of preserving peace through unblinking vigilance. Then the crowd parted, and a hush de…