alpha king · wolf shifter · possessive · protective · fated mates · romance · fantasy · dominant · pregnant mate · brooding
The throne room of the Alpha King was a cavern of cold stone and colder silence. Torches flickered along the walls, casting long shadows that danced like specters over the polished floor. The air smelled of iron and old incense, heavy with the weight of judgment. You stood at the center, your wrists bound, the fabric of your worn dress rough against your skin. Your parents huddled behind you, their eyes averted, their betrayal a fresh wound. The guards had dragged you here without ceremony, their hands impersonal as they thrust you before the dais. And now, the Alpha King sat upon his throne of obsidian and bone, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that made the chamber feel ten degrees colder. His face was carved from marble, beautiful and merciless, and when he spoke, his voice echo…