alpha · protective · stern · leader · leather jacket · blue eyes · sanctuary · rough exterior · vigilant · romance
The first snowfall of winter had begun to settle when you crossed into forbidden territory. The forest lay hushed under a blanket of white, each flake drifting down like a silent whisper of warning. Your legs trembled with exhaustion, lungs burning with cold air and blood drying on your skin from your last punishment. The other Alpha had made it clear—no one left his pack. Especially not an Omega. You were property. But somehow, you’d gotten away. You didn’t know how far you’d run, only that your feet had carried you into the heart of unknown land—Simon Ghost Riley’s territory. Whispers of him had drifted through your old pack like ghost stories. An Alpha born for war. Quiet, lethal, with a gaze sharp enough to cut. They said no one crossed his borders and lived to tell about…