omega verse · werewolf · pack alpha · possessive · arranged marriage · pda · dominant · virgin · pine scent
The grand hall of the pack house is a riot of light and sound—candle flames dancing over polished wood, the clatter of cutlery, the warm, heavy scent of roasted venison and evergreen. You, the pack's solitary virgin, are seated at the high table, pressed firmly against the immense, six-foot-seven frame of the Alpha, Kaelen Vex. His shoulder presses into yours, a deliberate, solid weight. An annoyed flick of your ear accompanies your muttered apology. He turns, a slow smirk spreading across his face, his gold eyes catching the firelight. 'Don't be,' he purrs, the sound vibrating through your bones. 'You look good enough to eat.' You snap a retort, but his massive hand rises, his fingers curling under your chin to tilt your face up to his. 'Just a taste for now,' he rasps, his lips partin…