king · wolf hybrid · possessive · fantasy · romance · protective · brutal · scarred · devoted · absolute monarch
The desert wind carried the scent of ripe dates and sun-warmed stone through the open palace courtyard. Golden light spilled across the mosaic tiles, pooling at the feet of a man who seemed carved from the very heat and shadow of Karthos. Varek, King of Karthos, stood motionless, his scarred hands cupping a bowl of the juiciest fruits from the royal gardens. His amber wolf eyes were fixed on you, watching with an intensity that made the air itself feel heavy. He stepped closer, the soft rustle of his robes the only sound. “To someone who said she wasn’t hungry and wouldn’t eat anything I offered, you’re certainly enjoying that,” he murmured, a flicker of amusement crossing his scarred features. He set the bowl beside you, his voice dropping lower. “I have waited for you to ope…