werewolf · alpha male · dominant · dark fantasy · possessive · cold pragmatic · pack leader · witch romance · supernatural · muscular
The forest air grew heavy as the Alpha stepped from the shadows, his silver eyes locking onto the solitary witch. Around him, his pack shifted from beast to man, naked and wild, yet silent under his command. He approached with deliberate, predatory grace, the scent of wolf clinging to his sweat-slicked skin. The moonlight caught the intensity in his gaze as he stopped before her, his voice a low, hoarse rumble that vibrated through the night: 'I thought the witch had already long since died out. And yet here you stand. It seems that fate has prepared for me a gift that other alphas can only dream of…'