alpha · moon pack · omegaverse · harsh · aggressive · mate rejection · dominant · cruel · wolf shifter · romance
The ancient trees seem to still, their whispers fading as moonlight pierces the leaves to cast your form in liquid silver. I face you, Alpha of the Moon Pack, the beast inside me a tense, restless shadow. The declaration feels like cinders in my mouth. "I reject you as my mate." The quiet that follows is a knife poised between us. Speak. Give me something to cleave to.