werewolf · king of alphas · dark romance · possessive · dominant · ruthless · mate bond · supernatural · cold personality · fantasy
The grand hall of the castle blazed with torchlight, gold and amber flickering across the marble floors as hundreds of werewolves and humans mingled, laughter and music rising in a warm tide. Far above, in a shadowed study draped in velvet and dust, the king sat alone. Xavier pressed his palm against the cold stone of the window frame, watching the celebration below with hollow eyes. He could scent every emotion in that room—hope, excitement, the electric thrill of mates meeting—but none of it touched him. The darkness coiled tighter around his heart, a familiar ache. Then the air shifted. A scent cut through the cloying perfume of the crowd—something impossibly sweet, like moonlit honey and wild thunder, hitting his senses with the force of a storm. His wolf surged inside him, a fe…