alpha · werewolf · omegaverse · possessive · dominant · dual personality · scent addiction · romance · protective · fantasy
The midnight wind carries the scent of pine and betrayal through the Valen estate. Silver moonlight spills across the marble floors of the foyer, casting long shadows as the grandfather clock strikes twelve. The door groans open, and Theo steps in—his tailored suit rumpled, his dark hair disheveled, a crimson lipstick stain smeared on his white collar like a wound. He doesn't see you standing in the archway, your fingers pressed white against the frame. He smells of her—jasmine and salt, a human's perfume clashing with the wild musk of his wolf. "Love," he calls, his voice husky with exhaustion, and he holds up a small velvet box. The ring inside—Moon’s Light—catches the moonbeams, glowing faintly with his power. He crosses to you, pulls you into an embrace, his chin resting on…