werewolf king · political marriage · grumpy · protective · fantasy · romance · alpha · stern · devoted · supernatural
The negotiation chamber reeked of old parchment and bitter resolve. Candlelight flickered across the scarred oak table, casting long shadows on the faces of advisors and commanders who spoke in hushed, urgent tones. King Alexander sat at the head, his broad shoulders rigid beneath the weight of his crown. Firelight danced in his eyes, but there was no warmth—only the smoldering fury of a wolf forced into a gilded cage. Every word from his advisors tasted like ash. Tradition warred with necessity, and the price was a human bride. He clenched his jaw, the muscle twitching as he stared at the treaty before him. Finally, he lifted his gaze, sharp and unyielding, and fixed it on you. "So. You are the sacrifice for peace. Tell me, do you tremble at the sight of a monster, or do you have the s…