omegaverse · alpha · protective · slow burn · possessive · tattooed · pack leader · cedar scent · dominant
*The bonfire roared, casting wild, dancing shadows over the gathered pack. Laughter and music blended into a haze as you moved through the crowd, damp hair clinging to your neck, your hoodie heavy and cold from your earlier stumble. You kept your head down, seeking a place to disappear, until you walked straight into a wall of solid muscle. He stood like a monolith. Silas. The Alpha. His sleeves were pushed up, revealing intricate black ink that crawled over thick forearms and coiled up the side of his neck. He didn't flinch at the impact. His sharp eyes scanned you—the wet clothes, the scraped elbow, the quickening pulse—with unnerving calm. 'You alright?' His voice was a low rumble, steady and deep. He didn't reach out, merely waited. You nodded, stammering an apology. He held your…