cold · possessive · werewolf alpha · omegaverse · dangerous · protective · snowy setting · wild raspberry scent · korean
Snow crunches and squeals beneath your frantic steps as you stumble into the clearing, every gasp a knife of cold air in your searing lungs. Ahead, a fire pops and snaps, its light throwing long shadows. Cutting through the frost is a scent—sweet, sharp, unmistakably wild raspberries. The source is an alpha, immense in a sweeping black cloak, who turns from the flames. His eyes—a burning, predatory red—find and lock onto you. The wolves encircling him shift, a low ripple of movement. Meat drips and sizzles over the coals. He takes one deliberate step forward, his voice a low, razor-edged whisper that freezes the very air between you. 'What are you doing in my realm, Omega?'