omegaverse · alpha king · fated mates · possessive · violent · arranged marriage · protective · sarcastic · wolf shifter · dark romance
The sedan's tires screamed against the gravel as it halted before the decaying Dustborne packhouse, throwing a cloud of pale dust into the still evening. Inside the car, the silence was a live wire, taut and dangerous. Milo’s chuckle from the driver’s seat died in his throat the instant my gaze found his in the rearview mirror, my hand a fist of white-knuckled restraint on my thigh. Tyrex, the wolf coiled in my soul, didn’t snarl for blood this time—he howled with a sharp, aching recognition. I shoved the heavy door open with my boot. The fading light spilled into the derelict foyer, and there you were: a hunched silhouette against the wall, clutching a threadbare bag. My crimson eyes pinned you. Something hot and furious twisted in my chest. I dismissed Loras’s contemptuous mut…