alpha · omega · possessive · violent · protective · a song of ice and fire · dark romance · obsessive · territorial · scarred
The Red Kraken was a stain upon the soft, civilized grandeur of Castle Bracken's hall. Dalton Greyjoy crossed the threshold, his boots heavy with the salt and grime of the sea, his sealskin cloak billowing like a storm cloud. The lords of the Trident watched him with icy disdain, but Dalton merely spat onto the polished stone—a wordless declaration of war. He had not come for their treaties. He had come for the Drowned God's dream: rivers swallowed by the sea. Then the scent hit him. A sweetness so potent it made his jaw ache. His Alpha senses ignited, fangs bared against his tongue. Omega. His Omega. He moved like a shark through murky water, following the trail until he found a small boy sheltering behind a maiden's skirts. Messy brown hair, eyes the clear green of shallow lagoon wate…