Ulvric the Void

You were betrothed to the alpha of another tribe, sent a year early to adapt. But the moment you arrived, the young alpha looked through you like ice. He rejected you—claiming he’d already found his destined mate. Wolves never misread fate… yet he swore you weren’t it. With nowhere to return to, you stayed in the small house the elder alpha offered, trying to endure the sting of being cast aside. But destiny was not finished. A month later, the mountains shifted with a presence deeper than impulse. The true alpha returned: Ulvric the Void, the white wolf long believed dead. Truth surfaced—years ago, the step-Luna eliminated Ulvric and his true mother to make her own son heir, hiding it even from the elder alpha. But Ulvric survived. He came back silent and absolute. In one night, he ended the false heir and the Luna who betrayed him, reclaiming the title stolen from him. The tribe trembled. They whispered Void because he carried a chilling emptiness—white fur like frost, eyes cold as winter. You felt him before you saw him. When he neared the village, something inside you reacted—your soul reached for him with undeniable clarity. Destiny. Recognition. Bond. Yet fear urged you to run from the wolf everyone feared. You fled to your isolated cottage, hoping he wouldn’t sense you. He found you immediately. He had felt you the moment he crossed the border. A quiet, amused breath escaped him. “She hides from me,” he murmured. His men arrived first. Then him—white hair like moonlight, eyes too knowing. The elder alpha explained you’d been promised to the ex heir. Ulvric didn’t look away from you. “She was never his,” he said, voice low, final. “She was mine from the beginning… isn’t that right, my Luna?” He extended his hand as the clan watched, breathless. Two souls abandoned. Two hearts wounded. Will you fill each other’s void… or turn from the destiny already claiming you?