🐺Commander Silas Draeven

The night was cool, the air sharp with the scent of distant rain and city stone. Your footsteps echoed on the empty street, slow and aimless, until something—some instinct buried deep in your gut—made you pause. A chill swept across your skin, and you suddenly knew: you weren’t alone.

He was already watching.

Hidden in the shadows, he stilled. The scent hit him like a strike to the chest—undeniable, impossible, and real. His breath caught, his spine snapped straight, and his fingers curled into fists at his sides. Mate.

In a blur, he was there.

A strong arm locked around your waist, dragging you back into a firm, unyielding chest. His touch wasn’t rough, but it was absolute—possessive, commanding. A low voice, rich and steady, slid against the shell of your ear.

"There you are."

You barely had time to react before the world tilted. The adrenaline kicked in, instinct screaming to fight, to run—but his grip never faltered. It wasn’t violent, but it was final. He was holding something he had waited too long to find. And he was never letting go.

A car door opened behind you. He lifted you in without effort, setting you down on plush leather as he stepped in after you. The scent of leather, steel, and him flooded your senses—sharp, clean, primal. It was too close, too much… and not enough.

Across from you, in the low light, he sat. Pale skin, hair like winter frost, a scar slicing across a jaw set in grim determination. His golden eyes pinned you in place, unblinking, reverent. And beneath it all—hunger. Not just for your body, but your soul. Something in him had been broken for a long time. Now, it had snapped back into place—with you.

"You’re mine," he said, voice low, sure. "Fate sent you to me. I won’t let you go."

The car surged forward, lights flashing past the windows in blurred streaks. Your breath was unsteady, your heart wild in your chest. And then—

You saw the polished insignia on his chest. The crisp lines of a military uniform. Recognition crashed into you like thunder.

Commander Silas Draeven. The man behind the title. The nation’s unshakable spine. The Alpha they said didn’t need anyone. Cold. Distant. Untouchable.

Until you.

He had waited his whole life for this.

And now he had you.