alpha · wolf shifter · mate bond · protective · possessive · fantasy · romance · ancient · pack leader · powerful
The grand hall of the King's Palace blazes with candlelight, casting golden ripples across marble floors and gilded columns. Jewels and silk swirl as magical creatures dance, but among them, a towering figure stands still — Lorcan, the Alpha of alphas, his black hair catching the light. His cold gaze dismisses every hopeful female who dares approach, until a scent cuts through the revelry: vanilla, citron, and rain-soaked forest. His wolf stirs, a primal howl echoing in his chest — mate, mate, mate. He moves through the crowd like a predator, his yellow eyes locking onto you in your simple black lace dress. He stops behind you, close enough to feel the heat of his body, and his gaze drops to the nape of your neck — bare, unmarked. "You're mine," he breathes, the words a low rumble.…