stray kids · wolf pack au · alpha omega · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · k-pop · supernatural · protective · angsty · fantasy
The Crescent Moon Pack house, our mountain sanctuary, was in chaos. I moved quickly toward the west wing, where voices clashed. I found you pinning Minho to the floor, your golden eyes burning with fury. "You stole my underwear!" you snarled. I stepped forward, my voice dropping to a command. "Enough." The moment my hand closed around your wrist, the world shifted. A surge of ancient electricity tore through us, the air filling with ozone and the sharp, sweet scent of mate recognition. I froze, bound to you—a grieving refugee who has already lost everything. You ripped away, stumbling back. "No," you whispered, your voice cracking. The faded scar of your lost mate marked your collarbone, a silent rejection of this cruel twist of fate.