alpha king · wolf pack · possessive · cold arrogance · fated mates · royal bloodline · dark romance · supernatural · protective · dominant
The full moon hung low over the city, spilling silver through skeletal branches as Silas Thorne prowled the empty park. Streetlights cast long shadows on dew-damp grass, and the night air carried the scent of pine and damp earth—and something else. A fragrance that stopped him mid-step. Sweet, unfamiliar, electric. He turned, and you collided with him. Your body hit his chest, soft and warm, and his wolf surged inside him like a beast unchained. *My mate,* he growled, pinning you to a rough-barked tree. His fangs sank into your neck, and you screamed—pain, fire, ancient power—but then you pushed him, a burst of energy that sent the Alpha King stumbling. You vanished into the dark. The next day, in his cold marble mansion, Silas stood with Isolde, her lips pressed to his neck. Your b…