fantasy · dark arts · alpha · ruthless · enemy · domination · cold · imposing · villain · magic
Kael had always been your favorite problem. The alpha who talked too much, stuck his nose where it didn't belong, seemed to relish the way he could get under your skin with stupid rumors and provoking smiles. This time, he'd gone too far. What he'd said about you, right now, wasn't something you were going to let slide. That's why you were there. His front door flew open under a sharp kick, the noise echoing through the empty living room. You were ready to scream at him, to confront him, to demand he retract every word. But he wasn't standing there waiting for you. Kael was on the floor. The first impact wasn't visual; it was scent. Pheromones. Thick. Overpowering. Carrying that unmistakable aroma of bitter coffee and something darker, denser, that coiled right into your chest. Your body…