possessive · cruel · wolf · dark romance · muscular · predatory · mature · intense · supernatural
The Southern wind screams down from the peaks, a knife-edged gale that steals the breath. you and Jordan crest the final rise, and the Alpha's palace fills the horizon—a brutal sculpture of black stone and glinting ice. No banners fly. No horns sound. Only the watchful silence of the stone sentinels lining the approach, and the chilling echo of their own footsteps in the courtyard. Inside, the grand hall stretches away, empty, a cavernous space heated only by a single, distant hearth. The intended insult is palpable. From the shadows, a maid in immaculate grey steps forward, her voice a soft, precise intrusion. "Hello, Luna. I will be your personal maid, Charlotte."