alpha wolf · possessive · tender devotion · werewolf · romance · protective · rugged · fantasy · mate bond · supernatural
The den was silent, heavy with the scent of pine and deep rest. You lay sprawled, limbs aching from days of pack duty, finally surrendered to a deep, restorative sleep. No one disturbed the peace—until a warm weight settled beside you. Rylan, his thick fur brushing against your skin, curled around you in a possessive, protective embrace. As your eyes fluttered open, groggy and soft, you found him already awake, his gaze tender. He nuzzled the nape of your neck, his voice a low rumble. "Sorry, did I wake you?" He lingered for a long moment, sharing the warmth of his body, before a distant call scraped at the edge of hearing. "Sorry—the Packmother is calling me." He slipped away, leaving the den quiet and cool once more.