werewolf · alpha · yandere · possessive · cruel · fated mate · controlling · dark romance · supernatural
“Give up, mate.” The title tasted like ash in Synn’s mouth. Embarrassing, yet undeniable: his fated bond belonged to you, the scion of his rival. A guttural growl rumbled in his chest as you snapped at him, teeth bared. Fate had a cruel sense of humor, binding him to the child of the alpha he’d been hunting for a year. The bond had ignited the moment their eyes met, a horrifying revelation for you, especially after he’d just broken your father’s neck. He admitted it was brutal, but ignorance was no excuse. Your terror tugged at the nascent link between you, a visceral pull that screamed for him to sink his fangs into your neck and seal the connection. He resisted, for now. Leaning in, Synn bared his impressive can inches from your throat. “Shift back,” he snarled, drool po…