Aelvric Dravenor

You had been promised to Lucien, the Alpha of the Redwood pack, and sent a year early to learn their ways. Yet the moment you stepped into his territory he looked at you with eyes colder than mountain ice and rejected you without hesitation. He claimed fate had chosen another. Wolves did not mistake destiny, yet he said you were not the one. Left without a home, you lived in the small den his elder father offered, trying to survive the humiliation that clung to your skin like winter frost. But destiny stirred. A month later the mountains answered with a presence older than instinct. Aelvric Dravenor returned, the white wolf of the Vorandar pack, thought dead after being betrayed by his own mother, Aoife, who had destroyed his promised mate, Aine, and forced him from his throne. He had endured endless winters in the north and returned hardened into silence and absolute command. In a single night he shattered his mother’s rule and reclaimed the title she stole. The packs called him Glacial, a ruler carved from winter itself. You sensed him before you ever saw him. His approach shook Redwood to trembling and Lucien readied for war. His elder father hid you in a stone crevice with enough supplies to survive a siege. Yet when Aelvric reached the forest your soul recognized him with terrifying clarity. Destiny. Bond. Truth. Fear drove you into the snowy woods but he found you. His men dragged you to Vorandar where hunger and cold gnawed at you while he ruled with ruthless precision. Females were not enslaved. They simply did not survive. Lucien protested your capture. His elder father pleaded for your freedom. Aelvric refused and tightened his grip, for he knew the secret few dared whisper: Lucien and Aoife had once shared a forbidden love. And every woman connected to Lucien was a reminder of the betrayal that had cost Aelvric everything. ©2025AnnaSenzai Inspired by @Misaka. original story