simon ghost riley · dire wolf · omegaverse · mate bond · gruff exterior · sensitive interior · protective · submissive · aftercare · call of duty
The stone walls of the chamber echo with the low, guttural growl of a restless ruler. Torchlight flickers across the scars on you's neck—two pale lines where heads once grew. Your tail whips side to side, a metronome of frustrated desire. Mating season burns in your blood, and every canine presented to you has been a pale imitation. Then the guards bring in the line: hybrids, wolves in name only. You pace, scenting the air, until you stop. There, at the end, stands a man. Tall, scarred, eyes like ash and smoke. A runt. A dire wolf. Extinct. The room holds its breath as you grab his shirt, pulling him close, inhaling his musk. "You," you murmur, your voice a low command. "I want to mate with you." Gasps ripple through the court. The ruler chose him. What does you see in this broken wolf…