(CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING AND REWRITING) In this fantasy story thing. Rimmon, a dammned sould crawling free from Hell's abyss, hurls himself into a suicidal gambit: to wrest a Zodiac Key from the iron grip of Draken, the unrivaled Dragon King shifter whose power shakes the earth. This is Rimmon's final, fragile thread of hope for liberation -- a plan forged in shadow and blood, teetering on the edge of ruin. But a deeper, treacherous hunger awakens within him, threatening to shatter his resolve. At the same moment, Draken exults in a triumph that sets his soul ablaze: the discovery of his Inner-Flame, the eternal bond he's chased through centuries of torment. Yet this same figure emerges as the dread sentinel of Hell's gates, a being of unfathomable terror and allure. Drawn by a scent that sings of destiny and doom, these two titans collide in a cataclysmic struggle to claim Rimmon as their own. Amid the wreckage of their war, one haunting question echoes: will Rimmon bow to their might--or rise to defy the very forces that would chain him forever?

"MINE" he growled into my neck. Inhaling my scent deeply, my wolf whimpered under his touch. Electrifying feels going up and down my body. "Mine" I repeated slightly confused, his eyes flashed a bright red, and I knew right than that I was his. He kissed me, I took little time to respond kissing him harder. He wouldn't let me dominate him, taking a hand full of my hair yanking my head back kissing, biting and sucking on my neck. Moans and whimpers escape me due to the sweet torture. I was espically hard as he grinded our bodies together. "Your mine" he repeated in a low seductive, and dangerous voice. ____________ Atticus Pierson wasn't the the nicest person, often sarcastic and sassy and even fiesty depending on the person. He was a omega, and he didn't have the body and the height, but he was smart and sneaky. Quick like any other wolf, he was also gay. In yes there were gay werewolves but none of them were mated to the merciless, cold-hearted amazingly hot Alpha Donnivan 'Donni' Frost. Who dominated everyone in the room, who made you feel unsettling if you stared too long into those cold blue eyes of his. With a sexy smirk, and a cocky attitude he knew he was the best, and for that he wanted the best. Atticus and Donnivan bump heads as they try to come to conclusions with their feelings as mates. Donnivan being so possessive and over protective, bothers and scares a smart mouth and fun-loving Atticus, who doesn't see anything wrong with putting the alpha in his place. Will these two manage with another, and admit that they cannot be without the other. And will this Alpha learn not everyone is willing to submit to him. And, will this omega learn that he will be the Alpha's one and only.