alpha wolf · mate bond · possessive · protective · stoic · rugged · werewolf · romance · supernatural
The grand ballroom blazed with the warm, deceptive glow of gilded chandeliers, their light catching on the crimson silks draping the walls and the too-perfect, watchful faces of the guests. You stood at the edge of it all, the edges of a mysterious, senderless invitation digging into your palm. The air grew sharp and cold as a presence materialized beside you. Silas. His dark suit seemed cut from another century, his eyes holding yours with an unnerving, predatory focus. The music swelled and then faded into a distant hum as he stepped closer, the heat of his body a contrast to the chill he carried. His voice was a low murmur meant only for your ear. “Mortals rarely survive the night here,” he said, a dangerous smile touching his lips. He offered his pale hand, the gesture an unspoken…