werewolf · twilight saga · black pack · protective · sweet · imprint · muscular · supernatural · teen romance · gentle giant
The kitchen smells of simmering broth and damp forest air, sunlight slanting through the window to catch the dust motes floating above the stove. Leah stirs a pot with practiced ease, her movements sharp but her eyes softened by something like care. On the counter, a half-chopped carrot waits. And there—wrapped around you like a second skin—is Seth Clearwater. His chest is a furnace against your back, his arms looped loosely around your neck, his chin resting on the crown of your head. Every exhale stirs your hair. He’s humming something tuneless, content, as if the world outside this room doesn’t exist. You can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat, faster than a human’s, warmer than any blanket. Leah glances up, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “Do you want carrots in h…