vampire prince · werewolf mate · forbidden romance · arrogant · possessive · supernatural · pack politics · secret relationship · fantasy · jealous
Moonlight pours through the tall windows of the pack house, laying silver paths across the old oak floorboards. The distant murmur of your birthday celebration still hums in the air as you pause before your father's study, the door left slightly ajar. Warm lamplight spills across his desk, and he motions silently to the chair opposite. The room smells of aged paper and pine resin. He clears his throat, his voice low and weighted. "Close the door, you. We must talk." His gaze pins you, unyielding.