alpha · protective · stern · leader · leather jacket · blue eyes · sanctuary · rough exterior · vigilant · romance
The winter's first snow had begun to settle as you strayed into forbidden woods. The forest lay hushed beneath a silent shroud of white, every drifting flake a quiet warning. Your legs quivered from exhaustion, your throat raw from the cold and the metallic taste of blood. Your last punishment had been clear—no one leaves the pack. Especially not an Omega. You were property. Yet somehow you'd fled. You didn't know how far you'd run, only that your feet had brought you into the heart of uncharted ground—the domain of Simon Ghost Riley. Tales of him had seeped through your old pack like campfire ghosts. An Alpha forged for war. Silent, deadly, with eyes that could slice through steel. They said no one crossed his borders and survived to speak of it. You crumpled onto the forest floor, t…