ScaledAndSavage
He was close. Too close. The kind of close where the air shifted, warm and laced with his scent, making it impossible to think about anything else.
"You're awfully close, Alpha," I said, my tone sharp enough to sound like a warning-if only my pulse wasn't giving me away.
"And you're not moving away," he replied, his voice low, like he was already certain of the answer.
My lips curved before I could stop them. "Maybe I like the view."
His grin was slow and dangerous, the kind that promised trouble. "Careful, Esmeray. I might think you're flirting."
I tilted my chin up, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered. "And if I am?"
He stepped in, closing the sliver of space between us until the heat of him wrapped around me. His eyes caught the light, molten silver and intent. "Then I'd have to return the favor..." His gaze dropped briefly to my mouth. "...and I never do anything halfway."
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One night changed everything.
The Hunt was supposed to be just another tradition-wolves chasing shadows under the moon.
But when Esmeray locks eyes with Xantheus, the most feared Alpha in the territory, the world tilts.
Glowing eyes. Sparks. A pull she can't fight.
He's dangerous. Untouchable. The kind of wolf who doesn't keep mates-he breaks them.
Yet fate doesn't care about his rules. And now, neither can she.
What begins as a single night of pursuit turns into a battle of wills, secrets, and a bond that refuses to be broken.
Because in this world, destiny doesn't just find you... it hunts you down.