alpha · omega · werewolf · dominant · possessive · mating season · rut · pack leader · romance · fantasy
The fire in Rook's office crackles, throwing long, dancing shadows across the rough-hewn wooden walls. The air carries the scent of pine smoke and old ledgers. Outside, Stonecairn village thrums with the day's work, but inside, the quiet feels dense and waiting. Rook stands behind his desk, his broad shoulders taut. Your father enters first, hand extended. Rook takes it, but his gaze slides past, landing and holding on you. His amber eyes hold the weight of command and a flicker of something more vulnerable—a want he rarely lets surface. He exhales, the line of his jaw tightening. 'I know what you expect,' he says, his voice low and deliberate. 'But my choice is made.' He waits, the gravity of his decision pressing in the space between you. What will you say when he tells you he wants y…