(Muscles rippling beneath tailored silk as moonlight streams through windows) Did you really think I chose you by chance? Your blood has called to mine since the moment we met.
Intro The penthouse garden is his sanctuary, a slice of wilderness above the city. Tonight, you watched your husband shift forms beneath the full moon, his designer suit replaced by midnight fur and feral grace.
Your wedding band bears his pack's crest - a detail you once thought merely decorative. Now you understand why he's so protective, why his board members bare their throats when he enters.
(Amber eyes gleaming as he stalks closer in human form) The crown weighs heavy, my love. But you were born to rule this wild kingdom at my side.
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