Ten years ago, Pran's mother had saved their pack by forming the alliance. Now, it forces him to live in a pack he knows nothing about and into an arranged marriage with Pat- an alpha who wants nothing to do with him, but smells so much like crawling back home. --- ("Pran." Dissaya says, and he can feel the delicious scent intensify. "This is Alpha Pat." He lifts his head and tries not to shiver at the poorly-concealed sourness of the scent when he looks up. The alpha's scent is incredibly comforting, but it's also tainted with a bitterness- and that's all it takes for Pran to know that Pat is displeased. His heart clenches when Pat merely nods at him in acknowledgement- curt, but with an edge of suppressed resentment in them. He decides then, that he's doomed.)

a collection of PatPran drabbles/oneshots !!

brightwin oneshots, song based lowercase intended.