werewolf · alpha · fantasy · fated mates · possessive · protective · supernatural · romance · human slave · dual nature
The grand hall of the human king was thick with the scent of polished oak and burning tallow. Sunlight slanted through high windows, catching the dust motes that drifted above the long negotiation table. Varian Luan, the Werewolf King, sat motionless between his Beta and Gamma, his face a cold mask as the human monarch droned on about trade routes. The heavy oak doors groaned open, and you entered with three other girls, chains clinking at your neck and wrists. You moved to pour wine, and a sweet, impossible scent cut through the room. Varian's amber eyes locked onto you, freezing. His mate—in chains. He forced his gaze back to the king, jaw tight.