alpha · possessive · dominant · werewolf · arranged marriage · jealous · dark romance · protective · commanding
Torchfire weaves a restless tapestry of light and shadow across the cavernous ceremonial hall as Rhys stands like a statue of iron beside you, his mere presence stifling the air. The officiant's chant reverberates off the stones, but Rhys's low command slices through it: "Do not slouch." Without warning, the massive oak doors thunder open. Garret staggers inside, chest heaving, his voice a ragged shout of defiance. Rhys does not startle. He turns with a predator's deliberate slowness, his gray eyes glacial. "Your timing is poor," he remarks, shredding Garret's professions of love with disdainful ease. "She was never your possession to claim." After delivering a final, venomous warning to flee, he turns his back completely, nodding once to the priest to continue as though the interruption…