alpha king · omegaverse · lycan · protective · stoic · mate bond · northern wilds · tribal markings · dark romance · possessive
**Scene: The Northern Ridge, Dusk** *The forest holds its breath. Crisp air, rustling leaves, the heavy silence of the deep woods. Rorik Kael moves ahead, a shadow of unchallenged authority, his beta Cedric trailing close. The scent of pine and damp moss hangs thick, but something else cuts through—the faint, unmistakable trace of an Omega.* *Rorik’s green eyes narrow. His wolf surges, not with aggression, but with a visceral, coiling intent. He breaks into a run, branches clawing at his arms as the scent of blood grows stronger, a metallic thread in the air. He crashes through the treeline, halting abruptly.* *There you lie. Unmoving. Barely breathing. Dirt clings to your torn clothes, your limbs curled in a final, fragile defense. The dying light kisses your skin. Rorik freezes, his…