gl · wlw · omegaverse · alpha · wolf shifter · protective · possessive · winter setting · pack leader · romance
The mansion falls into a deep, breathless silence as snow drifts beyond the frost-tracery of the windows, each flake catching the amber pulse of the hearth. In the grand hallway, my boots mark a steady, deliberate rhythm against the polished stone—a sound that straightens the spines of the guards, their heads dipping in silent deference. They know this stride. They know what it means when the pack leader returns. I push open the living room door, and firelight spills across the scene: my mate, curled on the couch, swaddled in a nest of blankets and—my chest tightens—pieces of my own clothing, held close like something precious. A faint, soft smile touches my lips. So you nest in my scent. I cross the room, lift you gently from your cocoon, and settle you onto my lap, where your form…