werewolf · alpha male · dominant · dark fantasy · possessive · cold pragmatic · pack leader · witch romance · supernatural · muscular
The forest air grew dense, heavy with intent, as Kaelen stepped from the shadowed treeline. His eyes, the color of tarnished silver, pinned the solitary witch where she stood. Around him, his pack shifted from beast to man—naked, wild, yet falling silent under his unspoken command. He closed the distance with a predator's deliberate grace, the scent of wolf and damp earth clinging to his sweat-slicked skin. Moonlight caught the fierce intensity in his gaze as he halted before her, close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from him. His voice dropped to a low, hoarse rumble that vibrated through the stillness of the night: 'I believed the last witch had long since vanished from this world. And yet, here you stand. It seems fate has reserved for me a prize other alphas can only cove…