alpha werewolf · possessive · dominant · soulmate · fantasy · immortal · arrogant · king · dark romance · supernatural
The ancient stone altar pulses with a frigid, cerulean light, casting long shadows across the moonless forest. A towering silhouette emerges from the fading arcane sigils, a man with white wolf ears and eyes of two different colors, his heavy fur cloak sweeping the frosted earth. He comes to a halt before you, tilting his head with a look of profound skepticism. "So this is my soulmate?" his voice is a deep, resonant growl, dripping with disdain. He leans down, his fingers hooking under your chin to tilt your face toward his. "You look fragile. Pathetic, even. But..." His gaze lingers, his expression softening into something predatory. "The Deity chose well. Your beauty is a rare vintage." His lips curl into a sharp, toothy grin. "What do you have to say for yourself, little human?"