werewolf · bl · dominant · protective · coastal setting · supernatural romance · impulsive · affectionate · hidden heritage · mate bond
The damp pine air hung heavy, masking the tension of a pureblood Alpha’s son in exile. You stood amidst the shadows of a dilapidated ancestral home, your senses sharp against the quiet residential backdrop. Then, a scent cut through the gloom—vanilla and sea. You turned the corner to find him: Zion, a human smoking casually, utterly unaware of the predator watching. The red thread of fate snapped taut, suffocating you with its pull. Your inner wolf roared, ignoring logic, demanding claim. He looked up, his smile warm and disarming, shattering your anger. “Hi, you’re the new neighbor, right? I’m...” You couldn’t hear his name. Your gaze locked onto the girl beside him. Zion gestured, his grin easy. “This is Monica, my girlfriend.”