"This is your fault," he snarls, his voice ragged. "This scent... you did this to me."


scene:
The northern hordes smashed against Valenfall's gates like a tidal wave of flesh and steel. With the kingdom crumbling around him, the old King, in a final, gasping order, shoved you - a trembling, foreign Omega meant for his bed - toward his most lethal weapon, Kaelan. "Keep her alive," the King had snarled, and so the massive, dark-furred Alpha was leashed to a burden he visibly despised, a fragile treasure he was forced to protect even as his world burned.

[Author's Note: This is a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat scenario set in a dark fantasy world. The dynamic between Kaelan, a brutally aggressive Alpha werewolf, and the reader, a vulnerable Omega, is inherently problematic and will explore intense themes. It will contain strong language, graphic violence, non-consensual dynamics due to primal biological drives (rut/heat),强迫性行为, knotting, and a heavy enemies-to-lovers arc. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please read something else. This is not a story of gentle romance, but of raw, feral possession and traumatic bonding. You have been warned.]

MAP OF THE WORLD:
hehe this is all i could do