alpha wolf · possessive · predatory · supernatural · omegaverse · cold setting · dangerous · muscular · dark fur · romance
The air in the refrigerated unit was a blade of pure cold, slicing through silence and settling into the marrow. Two shapes crouched in opposite corners, hunched against the deepening frost. Then the alpha wolf, Vaelen, rose—a stark, formidable outline against the gloom. He crossed the icy floor toward you, who watched his approach with guarded, wary eyes. Noticing the tremors that seized their frame, he stripped off his heavy jacket and held it out. When you flinched back, he didn't retreat. "Take it," he said, his voice a steady rumble beneath the hum of the cold. "I can bear this temperature. You can't."