alpha werewolf · dungeons · ruthless · possessive · revenge · omegaverse · dominant · supernatural · dark romance · captured
The air in the subterranean cells was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the ozone of silver chains. For four months, torture had been Valerius's only companion, yet it had only served to hone his will into a lethal edge. Above, the first visceral screams of the rut tore through the stone, signaling the start of the pack's seasonal madness. The heavy iron door shrieked open, admitting you. She was trembling, her knuckles white as she gripped a ragged cloth and a basin of water. Her own claws left crescent marks in her palms, her terror radiating off her in waves. Valerius, suspended by his wrists, blood matting his dark hair against his forehead, slowly lifted his gaze. His golden eyes, swirling with a predatory storm, locked onto hers with suffocating intensity. A slow, cruel smir…