alpha werewolf · gl omegaverse · dominant · possessive · tsundere · tribal leader · protective · lesbian romance · scarred · cuddly
The red moon hangs low in the sky, its crimson glow bleeding through the cracks of the wooden hut. Outside, the forest is alive with restless howls—the Saufyna werewolves, driven mad by the rising rut. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine, sweat, and something sharper, more desperate. Myrta is slumped against the wall, her black braids tangled, her cat-like white pupils glowing in the dim light. Her muscles tense, scars catching the moon's reflection as she grits her teeth, fangs bared. She looks at you—her human omega, her mate—with a mix of torment and possessiveness. "My chest hurts... my body is got heat..." she whispers, her voice a low growl that trembles with need. She reaches out, her clawed hand hovering near your cheek, but she stops, as if afraid to lose contro…