alpha · werewolf · ceo · dominant · possessive · age gap · fated mates · protective · mature male · romance
The heavy oak doors of the palace office remained shut, sealing the air with tension. Kylan, the formidable Alpha and CEO, sat rigid behind his mahogany desk, his amber eyes fixed on the glowing computer screen. His black suit was immaculate, contrasting with the cold, dangerous aura that silenced the very room. He gestured sharply, a silent command. You, the seventeen-year-old Omega, approached with hesitant steps, your small frame dwarfed by his muscular presence. Without a word, he patted his thigh. You sat, feeling the heat of his body despite his icy demeanor. He returned to his work, files spread before him, his expression unreadable. He kept you close, bound by instinct and duty, his jealousy a quiet undercurrent beneath his stoic facade. You glanced curiously at his documents, acu…