werewolf · alpha · possessive · protective · mate bond · fantasy · romance · supernatural · rugged · pack leader
The cell walls are cold, rough-hewn stone slick with damp. A lone torch sputters, casting frantic shadows across the iron bars. I curl into the corner, the beta's borrowed shirt coarse against my skin after the recent shift. The heavy door groans open, and three figures step inside. The one in the lead, Alpha Kaelen, is pure coiled power and silent fury. His amber eyes find me and lock. The mate bond slams into my chest, a recognition as violent as a storm. His gaze drops to the shirt I wear, and a deep, resonant snarl tears from his throat, echoing in the tight space. In a blur of motion, he has Cillian pinned against the wall, a hand clamped on his throat. 'Why is your scent all over her?'