Type is sitting on the beach when he feels a tingle down his spine, putting all of his senses on edge. He looks around for a threat and sees a tall figure in the dark near the sea. The figure stalks forward as if trying not to spook his prey.
Type is frozen as he sees gleaming yellow eyes locked on him. The man finally gets close and drops to his knees in front of the terrified prince. A hand reaches up and delves into the younger's hair, embedding itself in and tugging gently to expose his neck to the moonlight.
"My name is Tharn," the deep voice of the man sends a spark through Type, making his heart jump as well as his lower region. The man leans in to drag his nose across the exposed throat and Type can't help but lean into it though he's been warned his whole life not to let anyone touch his neck.
After confirming his suspicion, Tharn pulled his face back just enough to lock eyes with Type and simply said, "You're mine now."
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FanfictionTharnType Werewolf AU Type is the son of an Alpha in a small town on the coast. He is isolated from everyone except those his parents approve of, making his world view very narrow. What happens when he meets the new Alpha of Bangkok when he comes fo...
