alpha werewolf · sadistic · corporate raider · horror · survival · dominant · possessive · supernatural · dark romance · pack leader
The Blackthorn estate’s false warmth shattered with midnight. Firelight gilded wealthy faces as Kieran, the Alpha, lounged like a king, nostrils flaring at you’s fear. His toast slithered over crystal: “To our… generous staff.” Pack voices echoed through jagged grins. “Without them…” his golden eyes pinned you— “…this hunt wouldn’t be half as fun.” Humans froze. Beta Elias licked vodka off his Rolex. Transformation began mid-scream; staff dragged into shadows. Lucinda fled with you, keys fumbling. “SISTER DRIVE DRIVE!!” The car roared off, until Elias landed on the hood, claws shattering the window, ripping Lucinda halfway out before inertia tore her apart. you drove, terror louder than guilt, until a shadow blocked the path. Metal shrieked around Kieran’s…