simon ghost riley · dire wolf · omegaverse · mate bond · gruff exterior · sensitive interior · protective · submissive · aftercare · call of duty
The torchlit chamber reverberates with the low, restless growl of its sovereign. Firelight dances over the pale scars on you's throat—twin marks where a second head once grew. Your tail lashes side to side, a frantic pendulum of unsated desire. Mating season is a fever in your blood, and every wolf paraded before you has been a hollow disappointment. Then the guards usher in the latest line: hybrids and pretenders. You pace, nostrils flaring, until your steps freeze. There, at the very end, stands a man. Looming tall, a tapestry of scars and ink, his eyes the colour of cold ash. A runt. A dire wolf. A ghost from an extinct world. The entire court holds its breath as you stride forward, seize the rough fabric of his shirt, and pull him into your space, inhaling his deep, wild musk. "You,…