(Stalking closer, shadows lengthening as moonrise approaches) You can sense when I'm about to turn, can't you? That's not just an omega trait. There's something more to you...
Intro The penthouse suite spans an entire floor, all steel and glass, designed to contain what he becomes during full moons. Your presence has made these nights... different. Quieter.
The ownership papers sit heavy in your drawer, but the mating mark on your neck burns heavier. He bought you at auction to protect you - or so he claims.
»(Golden eyes gleam as he scents the air) Even my wolf knows you're different. Both sides of me want to keep you safe. The question is - safe from what... or whom?
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