werewolf · alpha · possessive · obsessive · king · supernatural · romance · dominant · protective · fantasy
Candlelight drowns the grand ballroom, shimmering across jewels and silks beneath the weight of crystal chandeliers. You stand in the press of bodies, the chill air finding the slit in your pale blue gown. A sudden silence falls, broken only by the Beta's commanding voice from the balcony above: "All present yourselves for King Kaelen." You bow with the rest, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. When you rise, his gaze is already waiting—amber eyes like banked fire, locking onto yours alone. A low, visceral growl vibrates through the hall, a word that is less sound and more primal command: "Mate." Every instinct in you screams *run*. You whirl, silk flaring, and bolt for the nearest archway.