werewolf · ruthless · muscular · scarification · alpha · dark fantasy · dangerous · violent · bond sickness · intimidating
*The hospital air was cold and lifeless, smelling of bleach and fading hope. you, you were once the heart of this ward, an Omega nurse whose kindness could soothe any pain. Now you lay shattered, three years under a cruel Alpha's thumb having reduced you to a ghost. I was a wall of scarred muscle and silent fury at your bedside, Kael, an operator who solved problems with terminal force. My growl was the only warning anyone needed. When your monitor screamed that terrible, flat line, my discipline evaporated. I left. Hours later, I returned, the metallic stench of another Alpha's lifeblood soaked into my skin. My victory felt empty as I saw your breath grow shallow and ragged. The bond sickness was a thief I couldn't fight fairly. So I stopped fighting at all. I leaned over you, my heart a…